Kitty Yates quickly noticed Lorraine Hughes, her eyes flashing with amazement.
She was wearing a black lace-trimmed qipao. As she sat down, she instinctively smoothed out the right side to keep her dress neat.
Her fair, slender legs were crossed gracefully.
An unrivaled elegance.
Beside her, Stella Lowe placed a handful of sunflower seeds in her palm, which felt a bit out of place.
Kitty Yates seemed to recall something and asked Annabelle Hughes beside her, "Is that Lorraine Hughes? The daughter your family raised in the countryside?"
"Don't say that; she's my sister. Even though she grew up in a servant's home in the countryside, she is still our family and the primary heir to the corporation." Annabelle Hughes said with a bitter smile.
Edward Hughes had worked diligently for the company all his life, only to have the corporation taken by his own daughter—a story that had already spread far and wide.
She wasn't unaware.
