"I''ve heard that the second youngdy runs arge flower shop. The flowers are beautiful, and I''ve wanted to visit for a long time but never had the chance. Now that my sister-inw is on winter vacation, I don''t have to pick her up and drop her off at kindergarten every day.


    I had some free time, so I decided to take a walk. I remembered that tomorrow is my mother-inw''s birthday. I prepared a gift for her but still needed a bouquet of flowers. I remembered that the second youngdy runs a flower shop, so I came by to take a look."


    Mrs. Labbe was so convincing that Camryn didn''t expose her. Until she could remove Mrs. Labbe''s mask, she couldn''t use her of being Carrie.


    Camryn said, "Mrs. Labbe, you''re really filial. No matter how big a bouquet you want, I can help you choose it. I guarantee your mother-inw will be satisfied."


    Mrs. Labbe said, "As a daughter-inw, I should give a modest bouquet. The grand bouquet should be left to my father-inw. I don''t want to steal his thunder."


    Camryn smiled and asked, "Do you want it tomorrow? What time?"


    Mrs. Labbe replied, "I''ll pick it up around ten in the morning. The gifts I ordered won''t be ready until then. After I pick up the other gifts, I''ll swing by here for the bouquet and then head home. It''s more convenient that way."


    Camryn said, "Okay, I''ll have it ready for you. You can pick it up when youe."


    "Hey, do you really dare to buy flowers from her? The flowers she sells are all from trash cans. They''re not fresh at all, or they''re flowers picked from cemeteries for people to pay tribute to their ancestors," the fake Carrie yelled loudly on purpose.


    Both of them looked at her.


    Mrs. Labbe asked Camryn, "Second Young Madam, who is this person? Is she brainless? Can flowers from a trash can be so fresh? Is she a fool? How many bouquets can be picked up from a cemetery in a day? Most of the flowers in cemeteries are chrysanthemums.


    Look at the flowers here, Second Young Madam. They''re fresh and tender, clearly just cut. There are some chrysanthemums, but not many. If it were a festival, there wouldn''t be enough chrysanthemums in the store."


    Camryn said, "She is my half-sister. She came to ask for money to live a carefree life. I didn''t give her money, so she started sabotaging me and didn''t want me to do business. She doesn''t use her brain. She''s so foolish that she often helps others count money even after being sold.


    She''s been spoiled by my mom and stepdad. She doesn''t know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is. She''s very willful. I don''t know who can control her in the future."


    Thetter sentence had other meanings, but neither of the two Carries understood.


    The fake one didn''t know much about the real Carrie. The real Carrie''s IQ was like that.


    If she were smarter, she wouldn''t have ended up being kept and exploited by Mr. Labbe.


    "Mrs. Labbe, the flowers in my shop are shipped from major suppliersm every morning. They''re al freshly picked. There''s no such thing as picking them from trash cans or cemeteries," Camryn exined.


    Mrs. Labbe smiled. "Of course I believe you, Second Young Madam How many flowers can be picked from trash cans? You might see some on Valentine''s Day, but not on other days. Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    How old is your sister, Second Young Madam? She looks to be in her early twenties, not disabled can''t she earn money herself? Why does she ask you for money? I''ve heard about your past. Didn''t your sister always bully you? She''s so shameless to ask you for money now. She''s got no shame."