As soon as the wife left, it looked like Tessa Winters had been slapped heavily across her face twice.
Cherysh Jordan, however, seemed to be irritated by them and didn't let it go. She turned around and looked her up and down, the mockery in her eyes intensifying, "I wondered why you called out to me, Miss Coco. It's because you're wearing designer clothes, huh? How come? Has another blind second generation of wealthy family taken a fancy to your fake breasts?"
"...What nonsense are you talking about!" The surrounding gazes seemed to see through her, and Tessa Winters screamed angrily.
Cherysh Jordan didn't care, she raised the corner of her mouth, like a poisonous snake with red lips, "Coco, don't be nervous. I don't have any other intentions. I'm just reminding you to go to the hospital and have your breasts maintained. Don't be like last time when your boyfriend climbed onto my bed and said that touching your breasts was like rubbing a stone. It hurt his hand."