Sophie was dressed in branded luxury. With heavy makeup on her face, her wrists, neck, and ears are decked in gold and silver, exuding an air of extravagant opulence.

She was startled when she saw Rosalie too. Then, she raised her eyebrows and sauntered toward Rosalie with a tiny smirk.

"Isn't this my dear sister? What a coincidence. Haven't we seen each other for six or seven years?" Sophie's voice was ambiguous and sinister.

Rosalie's face was cold, and the expression reflected in her eyes