Bella Acker smiled slightly at the words, raised her glass, and gently clinked it with hers, saying, "We're good sisters; I wouldn't get mad at you easily."
A few days ago, Rhonda's disgusting words were now being returned to her.
Even though they can't stand each other, they have to act familiar in front of everyone and play the best friends game.
Since that's the case, she'll play along to the end.
"That's good. I knew Sis Acker was the best." Rhonda gave a reassuring smile and said, "Sis Acker, did you ever feel inferior when you were with President Sinclair?"
Did she feel inferior when she was with Damian Sinclair?
Of course, she did.
Because Damian Sinclair was so outstanding, wherever he went, countless people admired him, respected him, and adored him.
At that time, she knew nothing, understood nothing, like Cinderella standing in a foul swamp, unable to believe that such an emperor-like man would take notice of her.
