Debbie and Kristina walked around the spacious shop to see the other clothes. Meanwhile, Gregory and Jared sat on a sofa in the rest area, waiting.

“Tomboy, this creamy-white coat looks great. You want to try?" Kristina asked.

Debbie shook her head. She really wasn't in the mood to try on any clothes.

Kristina understood and put the coat back to the hanger.

Right then, a familiar voice came.

“Well, if it isn't..."

A middle-aged woman passed the clothes in her hands to a saleswoman and walked towards Debbie and Kristina.

“Is it really you, Debbie? I finally found you."

It was Blanche who was accompanied by another woman, slightly older, in a purple dress that must have cost a fortune, on top of her diamonds.

Debbie gave them a short glance and turned away, ignoring them.

That incensed Blanche.

As she gritted her teeth in anger, her mind ran to the reports of

Carlos' car accident. Since Debbie didn't have his support now, Blanche finally found a chance to revenge for her daughter, Portia.

So she walked up to Debbie and rudely yanked her hair, pulling her closer.

"Carlos just had a car accident, but you had an affair with another man and rushed into divorcing him. You even got pregnant with another man's baby and procured an abortion. What a bitch you are!

Shame on you!"

Wincing in pain, Debbie feared her hair would be torn off the scalp by

Blanche's gripping pull. Completely overpowered, she had no choice but to tilt her head to one side, and followed Blanche's movement.

Taken aback, Kristina hastily stopped Blanche.

"What are you doing? Let go of Debbie!"

The music was loud in the shop so Gregory and Jared hadn't noticed what was happening inside. They were attentively discussing about how to take down all those rumors about Debbie on the Internet.

Blanche snorted and pushed Kristina away. She wasn't scared of Debbie now, not to mention Kristina who was from a poor family. She continued to reprimand Debbie, "My daughter Portia is such an excellent girl, but because of you, she was forced to marry Lewis, that scumbag! Now that you don't have Carlos to back you up, I'll deal with you. And if anyone tries to stop me, it will get worse, I swear!"

“Let go of me!" Debbie yelled and cast Blanche a cold glare. The middle-aged woman looked weary and much older now. Obviously, her daughter's problems were eating at her heart.

It didn't help that Debbie was doing well, save for the slight brush in the accident. Were it not for the threatening glare that met her,

Blanche wanted to grab Debbie by the throat and yank her hard against the wall. On second thoughts, she decided against the burning impulse.