Chapter 52 Why Wait For The Next Competition

• The tall and slender Elizabeth, who exuded an imposing aura, walked over and stared down at Fiona condescendingly. Where did this b*tch come from?
• The color drained out of Fiona's face, and she gritted her teeth in embarrassment.
• “Ms. Fiona, is she your sister or your housekeeper's daughter?” Amanda's expression darkened, even though it was difficult to tell how displeased she was from her voice.