"Mom, they're simply judging a book by its cover, and your daughter isn't the type to take things lying down," Kamila Zahir twirled her hair a bit, "Just wait and see. I'll slowly claw my way up to the top and then stomp them all under my feet!"
"Exactly, they're not even worthy of carrying my daughter's shoes!"
Nancy Emmett spat out again in disgust!
The two women looked disgusted, feeling angry and indignant.
Jasmine Yale was boiling with anger inside, but their conversation was just ridiculous.
Apparently, the haughty and domineering nature of this mother and daughter duo had not changed at all.
Should she be thankful for being thrown out by them?
Otherwise, they would eventually nauseate her to death.
"Mom, cheers. Your daughter is the best."
Kamila Zahir raised her glass and clinked it against Nancy Emmett's.
"All these women at the party tonight are either fake-breasted, brainless, or tastelessly vulgar, and none of them catch my eye," Nancy Emmett sneered.