Amber was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"
Yvette smiled. She said, "Maybe I misunderstood. Maybe you just like to be a man's plaything. You are not worthy of pity."
Amber did not expect Yvette would be so arrogant when she needed something.
Amber thought, shouldn't she be showing off her good to attract a man?
"So what if I'm a plaything? Mr. Wolseley will choose me, not you!"
Amber was so angry and said incoherently.
"Who knows how many men have slept with you in private? Why are you pretending to be lofty? You're just a high-level whore."
Amber thought of how Yvette ruined her plan.
Amber was so angry that she raised her wine glass, wanting to splash it over!
Just as Amber raised her wrist, Yvette grabbed it.
Yvette said, "It is not up to you to judge whether I am pure or not."
Amber could not move. She watched as Yvette bent her hand and spilled the wine on her face.