"Who are you?" I spoke indifferently and pretended to be aloof.
Ann's expression shifted slightly, displaying clear annoyance toward me.
But she quickly laughed it off. "Huh, I heard that Mr. Black Senior is sick. Now it's just you and that dimwit left in the Black family. Poor you."
I didn't even bother looking at her. Compared to Juliet, I thought Ann was too young.
Juliet had that kind of elusive charm, but Ann wore her bad intentions on her sleeve.
A barking dog seldom bites. Juliet's rank was much higher than Ann's.
Now that I wasn't even afraid of Juliet, why would I fear this spoiled brat, Ann?
"What's with your attitude? Just because you're older than me, you think you're somebody?" Ann angrily blocked my path.
I knew Ann was originally supposed to marry into the Black family.
However, because Ann had been delicate and sickly since childhood and was pampered by the Miller family, they didn't want to push her into a difficult situation.
