"Who are you?" I spoke indifferently and pretended to be aloof.
Ann's expression shifted slightly, displaying clear annoyance toward me.
But she quickly laughed it off. "Huh, I heard that Mr. Black Senior is sick. Now it's just you and that dimwit left in the Black family. Poor you."
I didn't even bother looking at her. Compared to Juliet, I thought Ann was too young.
Juliet had that kind of elusive charm, but Ann wore her bad intentions on her sleeve.
A barking dog seldom bites. Juliet's rank was much higher than Ann's.
Now that I wasn't even afraid of Juliet, why would I fear this spoiled brat, Ann?
"What's with your attitude? Just because you're older than me, you think you're somebody?" Ann angrily blocked my path.
I knew Ann was originally supposed to marry into the Black family.