sister, Sloane Barron, directing servants to haul in a

iress-arrogant, vapid, and relentlessl

o was lounging on a nearby sofa. "Mother, look who's finally come out o

her daughter's rudeness. It was their usual ro

lk straight past the living room. Sh

preading across her face. "Don't be in such a

held it out to Elenor. The label was in French. It looked like some k

s?" Elenor a

y imported from Europe. It's a herbal supplement for... well, for women who want t

smirks. This wasn't a gift; it was a public s

pleased smile on her face, clearly

It had caused a severe allergic reaction, landing her in the hospit

cause potential harm to a woman's reproductive syst

. "I appreciate the thought,

rom the heart. Are you really going to refuse it in front of Mother?

led. She took the bo

nged a triumphant look. Th

contents, her brow furrowing. "Sloane, ar

sed to mean?" Sloa

r uses." Her gaze swept over Sloane with open contempt. "You can't even tell whether something is fit for human cons

owing things without knowing what they are, di

been hospitalized for taking unapproved diet pills,

she shrieked, he

aid calmly. "But I'd advise against it. What if he finds something...

recommended by an unreliable friend; she had never bothered to

seemed to see right through her, an

container for all of Sloane's ugly intentions. "Why don't you keep this 'generous gift' for you

eaving Sloane and Genevieve speechless in the liv

ing to smash the bottle but ter