Just before.
The middle-aged woman acted timidly, except for having exchanged a glance with Julian Johnson, she didn't dare to even glimpse at Isabella Lindsey.
Now seeing her face-to-face, such an ethereal beauty twisted something perversely in the middle-aged woman's heart. Someday, she would leave a few slashes on Isabella Lindsey's pretty face, and see if she still dared to flaunt her beauty in front of her!
"You're Madam Sa, right?" Isabella Lindsey's cold eyes were frosted, intimidating all who met her gaze.
"..." The middle-aged woman lay on the ground, shaking her head, as if denying it.
Mellisa Winsor's heart tightened. Could this wild girl really have guessed Madam Sa's true identity?
Immediately, she hurriedly stepped in front to intercept once more, saying, "Isabella, I've told you many times, she's the tailor of our house; are you deaf? Can't you hear?"
"You old hag, you're the one who's deaf!" Julian Johnson retorted domineeringly on behalf of Isabella Lindsey.
