"How does she compare to me?" Jenifer inquired, her tone laced with envy.

Aldrich cast his gaze upon Jenifer, wearing a smile, and remarked, "Women are always in a competition with each other. She's the daughter of a butler though. Why measure yourself against her? Don't demean yourself."

His tone carried a trace of disdain.

Selina was the subject of his scorn.

It made sense; after all, she was the offspring of a murderer. A good temperament amounted to nothing.