Chapter 1797

Especially annoying was the sight of Celena looking sheepishly grateful as she accepted business cards from the eager young men, it made them seethe. They had been the belles of the ball until that newcomer swooped in and stole the spotlight. When they realized Celena was not even wearing top-brand fashion, their faces twisted with open scorn.

One of the women, decked out in the latest designer gear and clutching a pricey crocodile skin bag, strutted over in her stilettos. "Kendrick, don't tell me these are the 'new friends' you've been hyping up," she said with a sneer.

"Look at them, dressed in rags and looking so plain. Where on earth did you find these friends?" The woman was fairly attractive, but her face had an artificial, almost high-tech sheen to it. Her figure was decent enough, with all the right curves in all the right places, especially when set off by her designer bling. She looked okay.

Then another chicly dressed woman stepped forward, eyeing Celena with a sneer and