"Charlotte, are we still friends? How could you hide things from me!"
Evelyn Curtis wore a look of grievance, her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Sophie Allen quickly looked around and felt it was inconvenient to talk here, so she pulled Evelyn Curtis to a secluded corner.
"The matter is a bit complicated. There was a deal between me and Mr. Battleson of Riley Group. He needed a particular perfume and I happened to need to borrow money for Aunt Watson's medical treatment, and so, we struck a deal."
Upon hearing the words "Mr. Battleson", Evelyn Curtis's face turned pale and she staggered back a few steps.
Her slender ankle twisted, and if Sophie hadn't steadied her in time, she would have fallen hard to the ground.
"Evelyn, are you feeling unwell?" Sophie asked with concern at Evelyn's appearance.
"You …" Evelyn Curtis stared intently at Sophie Allen, trying to find traces of falsehood in her face.