Meanwhile, Rachel Wood wasn’t particular about branded clothes.

To her, as long as clothes looked good and were comfortable was more than enough. Whether it was branded or not was secondary.

“Miss, what I’m wearing isn’t from the flea market…” Rachel said. There was a hint of coldness in her gentle voice.

“Didn’t you get it from Goldfield Plaza? Must have been a minor brand…” Flora said once again, seemingly annoyed.

“That’s enough…” Georgie Clementine looked at Flora and warned.

When Flora