chapter 1833


    Susan smiled happily. She looked at Annabel and grew more fond of her.


    How nice it would have been if Annabel was her daughter-inw!


    Annabel was kind and understanding. Furthermore, they got along well, and she respected her. She


    was easy to bend to her will.


    They would get along well at the Bailey mansion, yet what poor luck it was that Anthony married


    Charmine.


    Forget disrespecting her; Charmine even caused so much conflict after just moving a few days ago!


    The frustrated Susan ced everything at hand down. She then said, "I''ve got time to spare, Annabel.


    Why don''t you have a walk with me at the back?" "Sure!" Annabel nodded gently. She instantly packed


    Susan''s things up for her and supported her.


    The two of them looked like mother and daughter-inw. They even looked like a mother-and-daughter


    pair. Nheless, they went to the back peacefully.


    A thought urred to Susan as she then instructed a maid, "Go and buy another set of Poulenc


    suitable for Annabel''s skin type." "Yes, Madam." The maid left.


    Charmine went back to her room. After showering, she was about to enter the study room when she


    received a phone call from the shop manager, Sandy. ''We got a problem, Boss Jordan."


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    Charmine frowned. "What is it?"


    Sandy said, "The newly opened Wave stole our limelight. Wave has more shops than us, and they took


    our customers away, too! Now, there are a small handful of heiresses who couldn’t get in their queue


    inside our shops. Also,e and have a look at this shop. Someone is making a scene!"


    Wave?


    Charmine frowned at how...strange things were.


    She thought for a moment and said, "No hurry, I''ming now."


    Sandy let out a sigh of relief. "Okay."


    Charmine hung up the call. With the fear that Sandy might not be able to handle the situation, she


    quickly took out a T-shirt and pants from the drawer, got dressed, and rushed out with her car key.


    Charmine could already see a crowd outside the shop before she even came close. The people were


    unable to get inside, and they were noisy.


    Charmine parked her car and walked over.


    As she approached the crowd, a voice called out to her, though mockingly so, "Ms. Jordan?"


    Charmine stopped and looked over, only to see Susan''s maid, Suzie. 2


    Charmine frowned. "Yes?"


    Suzie scrutinized her from head to toe and scoffed. "Impossible! You, as Mrs. Bailey, had to queue for


    the products yourself, Ms. Jordan? Even if no maid is working for you, you should at least dress up


    beforeing outside, no?" 1


    Hearing Suzie''sment, everyone turned and saw Charmine dressed in a casual T-shirt and pants.


    She looked very ordinary and normal.


    An elegantly dressed woman could not help judging, "This is Anthony''s wife? The new Mrs. Bailey?"


    "Mrs. Bailey dresses up like this?" "A tee and slippers? Are you kidding me?" "Why would he marry


    someone like her? What a shame." "She even came on her own to queue for the products. Shouldn’t


    she have sent a maid of hers to do that?"


    Charmine frowned and looked at them coldly. As she was about to exin


    A limited-edition hypersport car pulled over, and it instantly diverted everyone’s attention from


    Charmine to the car.


    Charmine did not bother. She wanted to walk past the crowd to get into the store when an elegant,


    proud voice was heard, "Charmine?"


    She stopped once again to look over.


    She saw thevishly dressed McKenzie, who strutted toward her in her heels, her demeanor as


    expensive as her clothings.


    Two maids were by her sides: one held up an umbre for her while the other one fanned her.


    It was obvious to see just how pampered Waverly was.