Chapter 1769 Throw This Disgusting Woman Out

Melivy snorted coldly, her tone dripping with dissatisfaction. “Rosetta Lynds, what exactly are you trying to say? Is this how you repay my efforts to mold you into a socialite?” After she had said that, she rolled her eyes at Ashlyn, saying from her high horse, “Given your dire financial straits, I don't want to make things difficult for you. This outfit of mine is worth around twenty thousand, but I won't ask you to compensate the full amount. Pay ten thousand, kneel, and apologize to me, then I'll let you off.”