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Dissipate in New York

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2023-06-03 00:30:14

Elena, who was gambling her money away in the Philippines on the other side of the Atlantic, was oblivious that news of her stealing her family's jewelry went viral back home.

Her reputation was ruined. Once Elena returned to New York, the ladies in her elite circle looked at her contemptuously.

In addition, Jenna, who they had expelled from the Hidalgo family, was the one who initially instigated everything.

Elena had spotted Jenna in this eatery, so she gritted her teeth in resentment. Elena had trampled Jenna underfoot in the past because of her unidentified origins.

After seeing Jenna again, she went to speak with the restaurant manager.

The manager arrived quickly after hearing the disturbance. All of the diners at this restaurant were influential people with reservations who could not afford to offend.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hidalgo."

"She's affecting my mood for dinner. Get her out of here! We're your VIP customers!" hissed Elena, wanting to hit Jenna several times to relieve
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