People were very quick to judge and listening to this one-sided accusation, they couldn't help but scrutinize Amabel. However, they didn't express their opinions out loud.
Amabel hearing the mocking from Susan didn't find it insulting. Rather she felt as if she had been given a chance to slap this mad woman's face.
"Tche! Do you family own Dior?"
"You …" Susan never expected Amabel to throw that at her. She pointed angrily at her but Amabel sneered as she continued.
"Hehe, to hear someone talking about my status as if you are the daughter of the richest man. Susan, don't provoke me. If you are here to buy then do so obediently. Don't always think that everyone is like you. My fortune might be low today but who knows about tomorrow?"
"You …. Haha, are you trying to tell me that you family's fortune turned for the better?" Susan asked mockingly as she sized Amabel though inwardly, she was burning with jealous.
If that was the case, then what about her?
Amabel shrugged her shoulders, a smirk on her face and that infuriated Susan.
"Huh, which sleazy old man did you hook yourself with?" Susan didn't believe such nonsense at all.
Amabel should have hooked herself with some rich man. That's the only good thing someone with such face and body could do.
Amabel didn't seem to be fazed by this accusation. After all, it was almost true. Valentine was older, just not sure how older he was but he wasn't sleazy. Such a sexy man. If Susan were to see him, she would be drooling and stripping herself naked to offer herself to him.
How could she call her man sleazy?
However, why should Amabel satisfy Susan's curiosity and readily agree in public that she was being kept.
She looked at Susan with a mocking expression before erupting in hearty laughter as she shook her head as if she was looking at some idiot and that angered Susan who no longer held her mouth.
"What are you laughing at? You are a vixen, always seducing men left and right. How dare you try to flaunt such shamelessness here?" and didn't mind accusing Amabel or the eyes of many who were watching.
She had always been jealous of Amabel. Always getting compared to her and all the men she fancied were always after Amabel.
Although Amabel had kept herself clean and away from them, Susan hated Amabel for acting so holy. Who did she think she was?
Seeing her acting all righteous when she was poor as fuck, Susan just wanted to destroy Amabel in any way possible.
And right now, there were so many people watching. She didn't believe that Amabel would leave unscathed. Unfortunately, she underestimated Amabel this time.
Amabel who had gotten her confidence booster wouldn't let herself be wronged by anyone. The only people with such rights were her mother and Valentine. The rest, might as well go to hell.
Her lips curled upwards as amusement flashed in her eyes as she looked at Susan who was acting like a shrew without losing her demeanor.
The spectators watching couldn't help but look at Amabel with interest.
"What do you think is the truth?" standing in a certain corner, a young lady wearing white asked amusedly to the other lady she was with.
"Miss, does the truth really matter?"
The young lady looked at the other and burst into a hearty chuckle. "Haha, indeed its true. Who cares about the truth?" she said amusedly as she turned to look at the ongoing drama.
Amabel opened her mouth and spoke calmly without exploding while looking straight at Susan. "Susan, we have been friends for so many years and it's a pity that while I looked at you in good faith and saw you as my good sister. You only harbored filthy thoughts about me. I thank the deities for everything I went through for it made me see the kind of beast you are!"
"You_" Susan angrily pointed at Amabel wanting to berate but Amabel cut her off as she continued.
"Just so that your vanity can be satisfied, you didn't hesitate but throw dirty water on another woman. Don't you know the importance of reputation to every woman?" with a disappointed tone she berated Susan who shimmered with anger and wanting to retort, she shut her mouth upon hearing the spectators speaking.
"Now that I hear this, I can't help but wonder what this Susan is trying to do."
"Can't you see? Its jealousy. That Amabel over there, is beautiful and heck. Just compare the two and you already know the answer."
"Umph! How many women have suffered because of such accusations?"
"Blame her for looking like a vixen."
"So, is that her fault?"
"But seriously, does it mean that entering a shop, a person must buy? What if that other girl is just here for some window shopping?"
"She isn't doing that but buying. I saw her earlier in Burberry. She is loaded."
"Oh! That's surprising. Could it be that she is being kept?"
"Seriously guys. You are also a woman. Are you being kept?"
While the young lady who was in the corner watched with interest and couldn't help but whisper to the other lady. "I think that I have just met my bosom friend. We will get along pretty fine!" her eyes sparkling with interest as she eyed Amabel as if she was a piece of her favorite snack.
The spectators were at it while, supporting and opposing while Amabel continued to admonish Susan.
"It is my blessing that I was born like this and you can't hate me for that. However, I will not allow you insult me repeatedly like that. Everything that I have was given by my parents and I am not ashamed of what I am.
I might have been poor when you last saw me but tables do turn. How many people's lives were changed overnight? You can check online and you will see. I won't always remain poor Susan. My doors have been opened. So, pray hard to your deities and hope that they will bless you the same way mine did."