Chapter 838
When Love Comes Late
The red-haired girl remained oblivious to Stellaâs presence by the doorway, fervently defending Dulce.
âWhat makes Stella so special, anyway? She merely secured herself a wealthy husband.
Without Matthew, who would even know her?
Dulce toiled relentlessly to reach her current position, only to be ousted with a single comment.
Our society has lost its way.
Hard work counts for nothing in the face of wealth.
At this rate, everyone will follow Stellaâs path and seek out sugar daddies.
â
A staff member from the salon, in the midst of washing her hair, added, âWhat can we do in such situations? Weâre left with no choice but to swallow our pride.
Itâs truly unfair to Dulce.
â
Miley frowned and raised her foot, ready to confront the red-haired girl.
âI need to teach this woman a lesson and make her realize the weight of her words.
â
Swiftly, Stella gripped Mileyâs hand.
âLet it go.
Allow them to say what they will.
We can find another place.
Donât let this affect your mood.
â
She had a crucial meeting with Mia later in the day, and she couldnât afford any trouble.
No matter how tempting it was to win the argument, she couldnât allow anything to jeopardize her meeting with Mia.
Even if Stella won the argument, she wouldnât gain anything from it.
Miley couldnât suppress her indignation.
âAre you just going to let her tarnish your reputation like this in public?â
Stella withdrew her gaze, maintaining her composure.
She understood Mileyâs concern and explained, âI have a meeting with Mia tonight, and after doing our hair, we need to shop for clothes.
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If we waste time on this, it wonât harm that girl, but I might lose favor with Mia.
â
Hearing this, Miley struggled to contain her anger.
The two of them turned to leave.
However, at that very moment, the salon manager emerged from within, recognizing Stella with keen eyes.
He approached them swiftly, offering a warm greeting, âAre you Stella Anderson? Welcome to our salon.
â
The manager took a few steps closer to Stella, continuing, âWhat kind of hairstyle can we assist you and your friend with today? Please, come inside, and Iâll personally attend to you.
â
With enthusiasm, he led Stella back into the salon.
Upon hearing Stellaâs name, the red-haired girl promptly sat up.
She squinted her eyes, sizing up Stella.
With a hint of provocation in her tone, she asked, âYouâre Stella, arenât you?â
Stella met her gaze calmly, choosing not to respond.
The red-haired woman was Farrah Bryant.