Chapter 274 Mutual Disdain

Emily only acknowledged luxury cars like BMW, Audi, and Mercedes, dismissing everything else as

cheap. So even a Ranger Raptor, worth over a hundred thousand dollars—enough to buy several

BMW X1s—still looked like a bargain-bin item in her eyes.

Brittany and Emily had been rivals since childhood, exchanging barbs whenever they met. Each

looked down on the other, each wanting to outdo the other.

When Emily mocked Brittany's "cheap" pickup truck, Brittany couldn't let it slide. "Yes, this is a

Ranger Raptor. It's worth over a hundred thousand dollars, enough to buy several of your BMW

X1s."

"What? A broken-down pickup truck, a village vehicle for hauling pigs, costing over a hundred

thousand dollars? That nonsense might fool the unworldly villagers, but not me. Try harder. And

besides, no matter whether it's looks, performance, or brand, your truck can't compare to my BMW."

Emily then turned to her husband, Mason, and asked, "Honey, could this broken-down pickup be

worth a hundred thousand? Can it even compare to our BMW?"

Mason, a minor executive in his company, of course knew this wasn't just an ordinary pickup; it was

the high-priced Ranger Raptor. But as a man, he couldn't lose face. So, for the sake of his ego, he

gritted his teeth and said, "That pickup isn't worth much! We use it for hauling bricks on the major

city project I'm working on."

Emily was pleased with his answer and boasted to Brittany, "Did you hear that? My husband is

working on major projects, key city projects."

Then Emily turned to Daniel and asked mockingly, "Is this provincial little mutt your husband?"

"What husband? He's just a country boy who follows me around, trying to win my affection.

Although he's really sweet to me and does whatever I ask, I haven't accepted his pursuit."

"Oh! So, he's a simp?" Emily regarded Daniel with amusement and advised, "Here's a tip: this is not

going anywhere. You'll end up with nothing! You see, my cousin isn't some foolish girl. She's been

chased by many guys, always bringing different simps back when she visits home. But you, country

boy, are the most pathetic of all the simps she's brought home!"

Daniel examined Emily's face closely, catching her attention. "What are you looking at?" she

demanded.

"Looking at your face," Daniel replied, causing Brittany to want to kick him into orbit.

"Country boy, who said you could look at her face? Do that again, and I'll gouge out your eyes."

"It's just a professional habit," he excused himself.

"A professional habit? Hah!" Emily laughed derisively. "What profession could a country rube like

you possibly have? A thug?"

"I'm a doctor, a healer, and I was just diagnosing you. And indeed, you do have an illness."

"What did you say? You think I'm sick?"

"Of course! And not just any illness—you have an STD!"

While Daniel was serious and not trying to mock Emily, his words ignited her rage. "You're the one

with an STD! Your whole family has STDs! Brittany, you wench, you’re riddled with STDs!!"

After hurling her insults, Emily stormed off with Mason in tow.