Faye Jennings could hear the thick sarcasm in her words. 'Wasn't she just mocking me for being a country bumpkin in the past, someone who had never seen the world and hadn't even had coffee before? So Autumn Shelby has always been able to stomach coffee, but so what? Didn't she lose Seth Quinn all the same?'
Faye Jennings was furious, but her expression remained serene. "People's tastes change. So do their circumstances, status, and identity. You, Miss Shelby, don't seem to have changed much—still so fond of coffee. However, it seems your taste is the only thing that hasn't."
"What do you mean by that?" Autumn Shelby wasn't a fool; she naturally caught the underlying meaning in her words. Her expression immediately tensed. "Are you saying my status has changed? Do you think that just because Seth doesn't want me anymore, I'm now beneath you?
