Chapter 399 a conversation with Langston

The word vixen was not a good word.

Mary looked at Debbie with her eyes wide open, as if she wanted to tell the leader that she didn't respect the glamorous woman, but thinking of her relationship with Richie, she just kept silent.

For her, Angie was indeed a vixen.

And she didn't know where she came from.

However, she was still so stunning, which made people feel difficult to accept.

"Debbie, what's wrong with you? Are you jealous?" Mary asked with a sneer.

Debbie sneered without saying anything.

She was jealous?

She just wanted to beat up the woman in silence and scold Angie as well.

However, Consuela didn't budge a little. She held Debbie's hands tight, not letting her move. Even though her eyes were twitching, she still wasn't able to budge a little.

Debbie did not say anything more but looked at her with a complex expression.

Although Mary was exasperated, the man she liked was robbed like this. She was slightly happy to see that her former rival was also depressed.

With a fake smile, she sighed and said, "I just don't have the luck to be a lucky woman like you. I don't have a boyfriend who can help me take care of the family. Otherwise, I will have my baby."

Debbie gave a wry smile.

Although she didn't know the real age of Mary, but looking at her appearance now, if she really didn't want to dream about the man, maybe her child could go to school from this time.

Debbie threw a nasty joke to her and said, "Miss. Mary, if you don't wait for a crooked tree, you might have many children now."

In general, the most important thing for an old woman was her age.

As soon as she said this, the expression on Mary's face changed slightly. She gave a glare at Debbie before she could continue to maintain the fake smile.

She was about the same age as Richie, but women always looked much older than men. No matter how good skin care they used to keep their faces young.

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women who accidentally heard the conversation in the corner looked at each other. They thought what happened.

Debbie didn't know what was going on between Cassie and Tim. Consuela knew a little about them, but she couldn't make up all of them.

She shook her head silently, indicating that she didn't know either.

Debbie frowned, "Should we go first?"

Consuela nodded and silently opened the curtains. Before Debbie could go out with her, she jerked her head backwards and shouted, "Don't go out. Richie and Angie are coming."

If she went out now, her secret would be exposed directly. She had hidden herself for so long, and her efforts would be in vain.

However, the entanglement over there continued.

A crisp sound of a slap came, followed by occasional sobs.

She didn't know what was going on here. It was really awkward for those who were eavesdropping.

She opened her eyes wide and pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

And there was a flattering voice in front of the curtains, "Mr. Richie is so young and promising, and even the insider is so stunning."

She didn't hear anyone deny the saying.

Consuela's face was dim, and she didn't have the heart to listen to any more, but the expression on her face changed dramatically.

The insider meant Angie.