Chapter 47 A Red-Haired Troublemaker

She placed her hands on her tiny waist, which was the size of an A4 paper, and smirked. “Come on, come and look at the tramp who seduced Mr. Connor, everyone… What a joke. Mr. Connor is the very epitome of grace. He has a severe case of germophobia when it comes to women. Pure, virginal girls have never caught his eye, let alone gotten any form of result. Why would Mr. Connor possibly want someone else’s unwanted second-hand model? She must have disgusted him. Look at how close she is with that woman. Has she switched targets after failing to seduce men? Is she after women now?” A cold sensation rose from within Charlotte’s heart. She raised her hand, ready to give the woman a slap… but a splash of red wine got to her first. “Ah!” The woman’s pretty face drained of color. She glared at Coraline, who was next to Charlotte, in disbelief as she wiped the wine off her face. “How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am?” Coraline lifted her small, palm-sized face with an obstinate look