Kelsea thought that Arielle had not heard of him before.
Rolling her eyes, she sneered, “You really are a dimwit. How can you not know who Mr. Jewell is? Let me tell you now. He is the founder of this annual event called the Haut Monde. If you don’t even know who he is, what gives you the right to attend this banquet?”
From her perspective, an ignorant country bumpkin like Arielle doesn’t deserve to be invited to such a prestigious event.
Kelsea added snarkily, “If you know what’s good for you, you should leave right now. Don’t wait till I have wiped you out in the game. By then, even your mom wouldn’t be able to recognize what’s left of you.”
Just a moment ago, Arielle had a relaxed expression on. In fact, she had planned to play to a draw with Kelsea so as to not humiliate her. After all, she was Carter’s cousin. But after Kelsea brought up her mom, Arielle’s gaze turned frosty instead.
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