Sharon Lindt smiled satisfactorily before retrieving a tiny compact mirror from her pocket to check her make-up.

After making sure that she looked fine, she turned to look at her friends. “How’s my make-up? Does it really look okay with my outfit?”

“No problem,” one of the rich wives said.

Only then did Sharon stop worrying. She began walking with her friends through the crowd to get to Xyla Quest.

“Hello, pretty lady. We would like to buy your property,” Sharon said straightforwardly. She had