Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 184

Delightful peals of laughter were heard on the balcony once again. However, after the mean and insulting words said earlier, the sound of laughter suddenly seemed very piercing.

Yolanda pushed the balcony door open to find a group of socialites hounding a girl dressed in an orange dress. They surrounded her and criticized her from head to toe with haughty expressions on their faces like it was an insult to them that the girl was at the same cocktail party as them.

The girl in the middle looked a little helpless. She wanted to leave, but two socialites were blocking her way.

"Come on. Don't be in such a rush to leave. We just so happen to have time today. We can teach you a lesson so you won't be laughed at when you attend other cocktail parties."

"That's right. Queenie is being so kind to you right now. If this was for someone else, Queenie wouldn't even bother doing so."

Yolanda looked at the fidgeting girl in the middle and felt like she looked a little familiar.

She did a brief search in the original Yolanda's memory and found out that the girl's name was Sharon Jones. They went to the same junior high school, and Sharon was in a higher grade.

When Yolanda was in her first year, Sharon was already in her third year. At that time, Sharon was of modest family background and didn't seem to fit in with the other girls who had learned to dress up from an early age.

Through the original Yolanda's memories, she found out that Sharon was often bullied by rich girls in her grade.

However, through the socialites' tone, it seemed like Sharon's family was doing a lot better than before. If she was called an upstart, it would mean that her family had somewhat risen to middle-class right now.

However, since the high society held a very high regard for a family's heritage and upbringing, the "old money looking down on new money" stereotype was very commonly seen.

If Sharon was a daughter of an elite family, these socialites would flatter her like she was a fashionista even if she came to the cocktail party wearing a burlap bag and a styled, bright red wig.

Yolanda had seen many acts of brown-nosing and stepping on the weak before she was reborn and it repulsed her.

"Hey! Here comes another bumpkin!"