Nora Sullivan's heart was filled with resentment.
Not only did she hate Sarah Sullivan to death, but she also came to hate Benjamin Rosedale.
However, Nora Sullivan was a seasoned actress. Despite the turmoil of hatred inside her, she managed to keep a gentle and harmless smile on her face.
"Dean Rosedale, I think your idea is great. Why can't we use her photo for the advertisement?"
Benjamin Rosedale sighed and mentioned he saw Sarah Sullivan with a black card, worrying that the woman had a deep background that he couldn't afford to offend.
Upon hearing this, Nora Sullivan covered her mouth and laughed lightly: "Hehehe, Dean Rosedale, how could you be fooled? Do you really think just anyone can have a black card? Does she deserve it!"
With that, Nora Sullivan took out her phone and opened a shopping website interface.
"Look, aren't all these fake black cards? Nine yuan and ninety cents each, with free shipping to your doorstep."
