No one cared about her paling face. The housekeeper continued, "These funds, do they add up to 4,500? The tempered glass on the Young Madam's phone screen costs more than that, can't she see this is a HOER phone?"
It wasn't just Audrey Hartwell, Wendy Hanson's expression also changed, as if they'd been slapped hard. Her gaze at Enna Clark shifted, filled with scrutiny, comparison, and intense jealousy.
Her throat felt clamped, unable to produce any sound, blood vessels nearly reversing out of embarrassment.
It's normal for Audrey Hartwell not to recognize the phone's value. After all, the Hartwell Family isn't wealthy—they simply have a distant relative who started a small company thanks to their family's sheen. Audrey Hartwell is merely thick-skinned, sweet-talking, always liked hanging around their house. She's adept at pleasing her mom, cheekily calling herself a cousin. One's surname is Hanson, the other's is Hartwell—they couldn't possibly be direct cousins.
