What was the intention for concealing this until now?
Having lost all face, Jade Carlson hints at Purple Summers's deep scheming in front of everyone.
A sixteen-year-old girl, no matter how smart and clever, would surely leave a deep impression of cunning if she's known for her scheming. It could make people think of her as calculating and deceitful, and therefore unlikable.
But such a counterattack seemed feeble to Purple Summers.
It was like a person about to drown, struggling for the last time at the bottom of the water, utterly meaningless.
Purple Summers smiled, leisurely walking to Jade Carlson. Her blossoming peach blossom smile was pure and charming, but her eyes were as sharp as ice.
"This dress is beautiful; are you comfortable in it?" Purple Summers asked her with a bright smile.
Jade Carlson froze.