After dinner, Claire Sinclair urged Sierra Ainsworth to go back to her room with Catherine Callahan to talk and get to know each other better.
They obediently went upstairs.
Upon entering Sierra Ainsworth's bedroom, Catherine Callahan's eyes lit up. The room was decorated in an exquisite and luxurious style.
She was someone who had seen her fair share of the world, but Sierra Ainsworth's room truly stunned her.
"Hmph, the room's not bad. Pack your things and move out. We have nothing to talk about."
Sierra Ainsworth replied coolly, "I have nothing to say to you either, do I, cousin?"
A slap immediately landed on her face. "What did you call me? Say it again!"
"Cousin."
Catherine Callahan looked at her. "It seems my mother still hasn't taught you properly. Otherwise, you wouldn't have a mouth that's just begging to be slapped!"
Sierra Ainsworth lowered her head, walked to the desk, and began packing her things without another word.
