Damien remained lying on the sofa, not even glancing at him, and scoffed.
"Scarlett, aren't you afraid of getting your tongue tangled when you say such big words? 50 million, you don't even want to buy a villa worth 10 million, you are so stingy, ask if anyone around you believes what you say now?"
There was an even louder laugh from the side.
"The girl is so arrogant at such a young age. She is wearing fake goods and bragging like that. She really thinks we are fools who don't know the value of goods."
"Young people nowadays are so vain and materialistic and have no bottom line."
"Scarlett, don't be so heartless. I know that Damien gave you a set of Haute Couture gowns worth millions on your birthday last year. Why didn't you mention it?"
"And I've never seen you wear it before. Could it be that a country bumpkin like you has never seen such expensive clothes and you're selling them?"
I couldn't help but sneer:
"It's the kind of cheap stuff that I'm too lazy to wear."
If he hadn't mentioned the Haute Couture gown, I would have almost forgotten about it.