Eva's face grew even darker.
"Did everything I said just fall on deaf ears of yours? Didn't you hear me clearly? How dare you ask me to intervene in this event for you?"
Sitting opposite Angela, Eva wore a gorgeous gown, which was affordable only by super-rich of the city.
The big gold earrings dangled from her earlobes. She was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The skin was well-cared and properly maintained for a woman in her fifties.
She was no longer young. Wrinkles on her face reminded her of that.
She didn't choose to smooth out the wrinkles for fear of pain of surgery.
Angela took a shallow breath and shook her head quickly, "No, no, no, I don't want you to intervene in the whole process of this event, nor do I want you to avenge me. I hope that you could help take out the headlines and make the topics go away..."