Chapter 42: Was she a descendant of the Clan ThankGod?

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately withdrew several steps back as if they had been warned of a contagious virus, reaching out to cover their noses as if Heloise stank.

Bena was shocked again and hurriedly dropped the jacket in her hand on the ground, almost crying out.

She had actually touched the slut from the slums and felt going to die.

Someone thought of something, and said, "Yeah, those who escape from the slums have electronic locks on their hands. Coral, you were just going to see if she had that lock on her hand, right?"

At that, the crowd once again focused their eyes on Heloise's hand.

That's right.

The lace on her wrist was too deliberately tied, and besides, they had never seen such a kind of binding, it looked too strange.

Heloise stood there, looking at the way the crowd avoided it, and looked at Coral with a cold smile, "Ms. Brady, you're really interesting. One moment ago you said I was a thief, and next moment you said I was from the slums. What exactly do you in