Chapter 79: Beating Up the Shrew

The woman talking had a round, greasy face and thick ears. She was dripping in gold, wrapped in a snow‑white fur coat, the very picture of a tasteless nouveau riche. When Naomi Zimmerman saw her, her face turned cold. "Sydney Linnit, whether my daughter and I live in an urban village or work as housekeepers, that is our business." "Kindly move. Don't block our way." Sydney hooked one hand around her expensive designer bag and planted the other on her hip, looking down her nose at them. "Naomi...