Ashley Bowen quickly turned and hurried after the two beautiful women who had just left.
As she caught up to them, she overheard their indignant curses.
"What awful luck."
"That Third Imperial Concubine is so annoying. A 'commoner Imperial Concubine,' they call her. I thought she'd be down-to-earth, but she's just a pheasant who turned into a phoenix. Can't shake off that vain and materialistic air."
Their words were harsh, but Ashley Bowen bit her lip and said, "Excuse me. Here's your bag back."
Hearing her voice, the two women in front spun around as if they'd seen a ghost.
The short-haired woman quickly covered her mouth, her eyes wide enough to pop out of their sockets.
The long-haired woman clutched her chest. She glanced at Ashley Bowen but maintained an arrogant posture.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare take it. If I take the bag back and the Third Prince decides to investigate my husband and gets him fired, what then? You have leverage over me now. I'm scared to death."
