The Supreme Soldier in the City

She was a woman who still looked quite pretty, dressed head to toe in luxurious global brand names, with a sparkling necklace around her neck, a watch on one wrist and a bracelet on the other, and shiny earrings on her ears, making her look like a model showcasing world-famous brands.

However, it seemed like the makeup on her face was a bit heavy. Her beauty had much to do with the makeup; without it, though not unsightly, she would definitely not compare to Emily Jenkins.

Standing next to this woman was a man, dressed in a sharply tailored suit, around forty years old. His gaze swept over Emily Jenkins and the other young women, immediately revealing an excited glint, but he quickly concealed it, with his hands clasped behind his back, looking very composed.

Emily Jenkins didn’t even stand up at this moment. She gave the woman a sideways glance and said, "I say, Jessica Smith, aren’t you annoying?"

The woman named Jessica Smith chuckled and said, "How can I be annoying? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, now that I finally do, of course, we need to have a good chat. After all, we’re from the same town. Is it too rude to speak like this when old friends meet?"

Emily Jenkins curled her lip and said, "Do I need to be polite with you? I’m not sick. Go do whatever you’re supposed to do, don’t disturb me while I’m eating."

Emily Jenkins was a straightforward girl who was clear about her likes and dislikes. What she liked, she liked, and what she didn’t like, she didn’t like, never hiding her true feelings. This was something that became apparent through interactions with her. Now that Emily Jenkins spoke to Jessica Smith this way, it was evident there was some conflict between them, or at the very least, they couldn’t stand each other.

Jessica Smith then said sarcastically, "Oh, eating lobster, huh... you must have never eaten such a good lobster before, right? Does it taste particularly delicious? Take your time eating. Everything on this yacht is free to eat, have as much as you want, lest you waste the money you spent."

Emily Jenkins snorted, utterly ignoring Jessica Smith.

Jessica Smith curled her lip and said, "Honey, it’s only these country bumpkins who would treat this kind of lobster as a delicacy. If we eat, we eat the genuine AU Lobster weighing over four pounds, and this abalone, only four head. If we eat, it must be at least three-head abalone. Right, right, the double-head abalone we had last time was the best, and also this caviar and foie gras, unless you’re in a real F Country restaurant, drinking red wine, it’s essentially not authentic. Alas, no knowledge is just no knowledge."