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    With a dismissive chuckle, Elena opted not to expend further words on someone who failed to catch her drift.


    As Elena disregarded her, Dora’s expression turned ominously dark with rising fury. Being snubbed by Ste was bad enough, but for this low-ss woman to ignore her too—what audacity did this woman possess?


    Dora’s voice grew icy and biting. “How rude of you to ignore my question like this, you filthy mudblood! Even a toddler exhibits better decorum than you. You’ve likely never set foot in a ce as grand as this, paralyzed by your own fear, spouting utter gibberish.”


    Saying this, Dora folded her arms, her gaze dripping with disdain toward Elena, as though conversing with her was a magnanimous act.


    The surrounding crowd, already looking down on Elena for her supposedly humble origins—a false tag thanks to Ste and Dora’s misleading words—now viewed her with heightened scorn.


    This estate, owned by the former president, wasvishly adorned and exclusively essible to political dignitaries and their kin.


    The guests figured this was a world so far removed from Elena’s reality, literally a fantasy.


    They were ustomed to encountering the destitute—those green with envy, steeped in ignorance, and of lowly stature.


    After stepping into the world of the elite, Elena must have been terrified.


    A slight curl touched Elena’s lips, her smile failing to reach her eyes, signaling her disdain.


    Dora was a fool—so arrogantly self-assured.


    With unruffled poise, Elena responded, her tone even, “If you hadn’t just touched a grater, howe you could have spewed so much bullshit in one go?”


    Initially confused by Elena’s words, Dora reyed them in her mind several times.


    Those nearby caught on and chuckled.


    Finally realizing Elena had just insulted her, Dora was livid with humiliation. “How dare you insult me?”


    As Dora lifted her hand to p Elena, a sudden sharp pain halted her motion.


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    ncing down in shock, Dora saw blood beginning to ooze from her palm.


    “Ah—” Dora’s shrill scream was loud and filled with terror, drawing annoyed looks from the crowd.


    Ste pressed her hands over her ears and said, “Shut up! You’re making a fool of yourself!”


    Ste barely suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. What a useless woman. Dora never got anything right—she only knew how to mess everything up.


    Ste had never held Dora in high regard. The daughter of a city treasurer trying to be friends with her? Dora seriously needed to wake up from her illusions. And now, to make matters worse, Dora was being ridiculed by someone as seemingly low and rude as Elena.


    Ste burned with embarrassment and frowned at Dora. “Stop shouting! Do you have any sense of decency? Did your parents forget to teach you the simplest manners before letting you walk out the door?”


    Dora wanted to retort but closed her mouth when she saw the disgust in Ste’s eyes. She couldn’t understand why her palm was bleeding all of a sudden. No one had even touched her.


    Cradling her injured hand, Dora shot a venomous look at Elena. “She must have done something to me!” she muttered to herself.


    “Ste, she attacked my hand. That’s why I screamed. See for yourself!” Dora eximed, showing Ste the bloody palm.


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