"So, you're sending me to sleep with them again?"
"What else do you have besides your body?" Yvette Harris looked at her disdainfully, her voice cold.
She looked at the mirror in her hand. She had nothing left.
"You've been a daughter of the Johnson Family for over a decade, spent so many years calling that scoundrel Dexter Johnson 'father', yet you haven't managed to get a single cent from them. How could you be so stupid? If you had money and held the Johnson family's wealth tightly in your grasp like Sienna Johnson, even without a man, how could you have fallen to where you are today?"
Yvette Harris fixed her sharp gaze on her hopelessly foolish daughter, speaking bluntly, without any regard for whether her words would wound her daughter's pride.
