Chapter 1601 When Women Duel, They Duel Not With Fists

Arianne clenched her teeth before unclenching them. “Giddy?! Would you have been giddy if it was your father?” she bristled coldly. “News flash, before his untimely death, the Wynns were no less of a family with high standing, too. What proof do you even have to claim that I was ever after the Tremonts’ wealth?!” Hearing the lividity in Arianne’s voice, Shelly’s lips quivered into a pleased smirk. “Aww, you mad? And here I thought that after clinging to Mark for so long, his nature would have rubbed on you a little. You know, not wearing your heart on your sleeve like him? But who knew you’d break oh-so-easily?” she jeered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but right now, there are only two people in this room—you and me. One of the murderers who killed your father is sitting right before you. So, what are you going to do? You know you can do whatever you please… There’s no one to stop you.” At the height of her rage, Arianne turned around to face Shelly and smiled. “Oh, what’s this?