Chapter 575 Her Choice

Erica was dumbfounded.

How did Catherine know what she wanted?

Her heartbeat rocketed. She felt like she was floating in mid-air as she was unsure of how she should respond.

As she moistened her dry lips, she managed to suppress her emotions.

In a hushed tone, she replied, "My … My cab's almost here. I have no idea what you're saying."

The uncertainty in her eyes made it obvious that she wasn't being sincere.

When Catherine heard her, she turned around and shot a disdainful look at her.

Instinctively, Erica's toes began to curl inward. Yet, she fought back the urge to step back.

She was in a very terrible state right now. Her hair was unkempt, and her forehead was beaded with perspiration. It made her face seem particularly oily under the sunlight.

While her face was still flushed after her running, her dehydrated lips began to turn pale and cracked.

Everything about her screamed how poor and disheveled she was. There wasn't even a single similarity between her and Cat