"Julian doesn't like a woman like you at all."
Jessie's face had grown cold, and there was anger in her eyes when she looked at Margaret.
Margaret did not have a deep impression of Jessie and had only met her a few times.
In the past, when they met, Margaret always stood by Sally's side, cowering like a rabbit. Now she'd changed her attitude dramatically.
Although she had a good temper, nobody could warn her like that. After all, it concerned the fame of her family.
Wasn't it just to make her family fall into disgrace if she lost face?
Margaret would absolutely not do anything like that.
"He doesn't like a woman like me. Does he like a woman like you?" As Margaret finished her words, she saw Jessie's expression change.
Jessie's hands that were clasped together suddenly tightened, the knuckles turning deathly white.
Margaret was stunned for a moment. A crazy idea rushed straight to her mind.
There was a flash of shock in her eyes as she looked at Jessie.
