Chapter 772

Lydia stopped and looked at the woman standing in front of her.

She appeared to be about 25. She wore a pink cashmere coat, her hair fell in elegant curls, and her makeup was polished and refined. At first glance, she was undeniably pretty, but a spoiled arrogance lingered in the set of her brows and eyes.

Lydia was certain they had never met. Gemma, standing behind her, started to speak, but Lydi