Janet Hunt, the assistant beside Michelle, spoke up immediately.

"Please get your facts straight. We were walking normally. You're the ones who weren't watching where you were going and ran into us!"

She turned to Michelle with concern and asked, "Michelle, are you okay?"

Michelle glanced down at her brand-new shoes and shook her head. "It's nothing."

Irene instantly bristled. "What kind of attitude is that? Even if we were coming toward you, couldn't you have moved out of the way?"

Michelle and Janet were both rendered speechless by her logic.

Wendy snapped angrily, "You stepped on Irene's shoes! They're from LeVinci! She spent several months' salary on them. Can you even afford to compensate her?"

What a coincidence another LeVinci.

Michelle was a designer. Runway pieces from top luxury brands were always sent to her first, and as a Landon family heiress, she'd been surrounded by luxury since childhood.

With just one glance, she could tell Irene's LeVinci shoes were from a past season -probably on discount by now.

Michelle looked at Irene calmly. "They're leather shoes. Stepping on them just now didn't cause any damage. Just wipe them clean when you get home."

Irene looked at Michelle. She had always taken pride in her looks, but the moment her eyes met Michelle's breathtaking face, she froze.

She suddenly felt dull and insignificant standing next to Michelle.

Her gaze drifted to Michelle's dress. Although she couldn't afford luxury brands herself, she loved studying them. Michelle was wearing a Chanel runway piece.

The expensive dress hugged her slender waist perfectly. Her features were cool and striking, her skin fair and luminous—the kind of refined glow that came from being carefully raised and well cared for. She practically shone just standing there.

Meanwhile, Irene's outfit looked like a patchwork of mismatched pieces. In front of a true beauty and an heiress, she simply couldn't compare.

Jealousy flared instantly in Irene's heart. Between women, hostility could stem from something as simple as that.

She lifted her chin arrogantly. "You stepped on my shoes today. You have to compensate me."

Janet scoffed. "What are you talking about? You want us to pay? You've really got some nerve."

Michelle chuckled. "If we were at

fault, I'd pay whatever it costs. But if you're being unreasonable and

obnoxious, then sorry I dont have the time to waste on you!"

Wendy snapped, "How dare you! Do you even know who Irene is backed by?"

Janet raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

Wendy sneered. "Irene has a powerful backer. If we say his name, you'll piss your pants! You'd better compensate us before we do."

Irene interjected, "No. I want compensation, and an apology too!"

Michelle let out an incredulous laugh, then looked straight at Irene. "Then go on. Tell me, who is your backer?"

Irene smirked. "Since you want to know, I'll tell you. You see this token?"

She pulled out the token Nathan had given her.

Janet's eyes were sharp. She immediately noticed the word engraved on it-Lynch. "Lynch?" she muttered.

Michelle saw it too. This bar was infamous as a high-end money pit. Only top-tier VIPS-people with

absolute privilege-could possess a token like that. FindNovel.net

It was no wonder Irene and Wendy had been acting so arrogantly.

Seeing the word "Lynch" immediately made Michelle think of Nathan. Could it really be him?

She dismissed the thought almost immediately.

The two women in front of her were

obviously vain hostesses chasing status and money. It wasn't about trust, but Michelle simply couldn't believe that someone with Nathan's taste and standards would ever be interested in people like them.

She asked calmly, "Your backer's last name is Lynch?"

Irene lifted her chin proudly and exclaimed, "That's right. I'm Mr. Lynch's woman!"

Janet frowned, suspicious. "Mr. Lynch?"

The only "Mr. Lynch" she knew was Nathan Lynch-Michelle's husband.