"What does it have to do with me and you? Surely we're not sisters, right?" Her tone was full of disdain.
Stella Seymour clenched her fists. "Keep dreaming, who's your sister."
"But you do look like me." Melody Thorne pointed at her features.
Stella Seymour "..."
She was so angry she stomped her foot hard, struggling to maintain her arrogant posture and haughtily said, "In any case, we're not sisters!"
She would never admit it, because technically, she should call Melody Thorne her elder sister.
"Oh, is that so." Melody Thorne stood up gracefully, her figure accentuated by her elegant evening dress, exuding a transcendental aura.
Compared to Stella Seymour's heavy makeup, it was like heaven and earth.
"Then you can go back. Tell them I'm doing fine here, no need to worry about me. As for the recognition and family matters, I'm quite busy lately, might not have the time." Melody Thorne turned to leave.
