Chapter 110

The room’s contents were prepared, and Great-Mom would be tidied up. Remember, sweetliran, home is where you find shelter.

Homeres, internally scoffed, “Kalelore? More like a leaky bone.”

An ant protector cabinet hung up when suddenly her car collided with another vehicle. A pilak Papuche aggressively changed lanes.

She put on a long face, her mood soured by this new headache. She stepped out of her car and saw the other party’s face; she paused in shock. It was an odd acquaintance. At this moment, Rosalie had never imagined her first…

Roseanne marched up and started accusing her, “What is wrong with you? Didn’t you see me changing lanes?”

Rosalie, wearing sunglasses, looked down at Roseanne. Though they looked alike, Rosalie’s towering height gave her an advantage.

“Should I hand you a trophy for that?” Rosalie retorted with a sneer.

The moment Rosalie lowered her sunglasses and Roseanne saw her face, Roseanne was equally startled. Recognizing Rosalie, a wave of animosity surged within her. Rosalie’s condescending gaze, coupled with a hint of disdain, only fueled Roseanne’s irritation. Roseanne’s irritation increased further with Rosalie’s sarcastic comment.

What’s with your attitude? You hit my car and still act all high and mighty? Roseanne snapped, her chin up in defiance. Roseanne didn't know if Rosalie recognized her or knew she was her substitute, but their first encounter was clearly not pleasant. She had envisioned various grand ways to introduce herself to Rosalie, certainly not under these circumstances.

Rosalie couldn’t be bothered to argue with Roseanne and simply pulled out her phone to call her insurance. “Let’s just wait for the insurance to handle that,” she said.

Rosalie gave a brief look and turned to get back into her car, but Roseanne wasn’t ready to let it go. “Hey, so you can just hit my car and leave?” Roseanne protested.

“Miss, learn the traffic rules before you go lecturing others; otherwise, you’re just showing off your ignorance,” Rosalie retorted, her face showing a trace of…

Roseanne ignored her comment, stubbornly believing Rosalie, being behind, was at fault. Or perhaps, Roseanne didn’t want to admit the covert animosity she felt towards Rosalie, and she was looking for any excuse to hassle her. The slight of Julian rating Rosalie’s photos with other men while completely ignoring her in the group chat, fueled Roseanne’s resentment.

Naturally, her simmering hostility towards Rosalie deepened. Meanwhile, considering herself the one Julian truly loved, while Rosalie was just a substitute, Roseanne felt an indescribable sense of superiority.