"Renee Jennings, when are you going to stop this nasty habit of talking behind people's backs?"
Naomi Kenway held a fan in her hand. A cool breeze lifted her hair, and her beautiful eyes were especially cold.
She never imagined that she would stumble upon such an interesting scene just by wandering around out of boredom.
Renee Jennings turned around, her face burning with the shame of being caught red-handed. Then she noticed Naomi Kenway's leisurely appearance, a far cry from the sweaty, miserable state she had imagined.
She put on a brave front. "I was just speaking the truth. Why do you have time to be wandering around? Aren't you supposed to be moving watermelons? Slacking off already? It doesn't look like your husband treats you that well. Aren't you afraid he'll chew you out for being lazy?"
