From her angle, she could clearly see Isla Astir.
Her gaze fell on Isla Astir's wristwatch, and Jean Beckman found it glaring.
If she wasn't wrong, the wristwatch Isla Astir was wearing matched the couple's edition that Mandel Thompson had.
Slut!
What's there to be proud of!
If she hadn't rejected Mandel Thompson back then, how would Isla Astir have the turn to show off in front of her?
With this thought, Jean Beckman's eyes were filled with malice.
It took her a long while to calm her mood and she headed towards the Cafe.
Jean Beckman went straight to Isla Astir and tendered her apology: "Miss Astir, I'm truly sorry for being late."
When Isla Astir saw that it was Jean Beckman, she frowned subtly.
Jean Beckman sat across from Isla Astir with a smile and began, "I wanted to discuss something with Miss Astir today."
"What is it?" Isla Astir took a sip of her coffee.
Graceful demeanor.
