Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 101



She'd spent so much money and effort on her outfit and makeup. Were these people blind? What was so stunning about Chloe in that ragged outfit? But deep down, Lisa knew Chloe was indeed beautiful-so much so that it filled her with a burning jealousy.

Lisa suddenly regretted throwing a birthday party with Chloe. But she quickly adjusted her mood. 'Fine, Chloe, enjoy your little moment of glory. Because tonight, you're going to be utterly disgraced.'

As the three of them made their way down, the hall lights suddenly brightened. Guests gathered around, offering their congratulations to the two birthday girls. Lisa had invited a lot of friends. They all swarmed around her, showering her with compliments. Chloe was quickly pushed out of the central circle.

On the other side, Leah and Jacob were also entertaining important guests. Chloe, however, found solace away from the crowd. She moved to the buffet area, grabbed a champagne flute from a sparkling tower, and took a delicate sip. Then she picked up a piece of chocolate cake and found a cozy sofa to leisurely enjoy her cake.

Despite being surrounded by people, Lisa's gaze often drifted toward Chloe. Initially, seeing Chloe isolated and alone brought joy to Lisa. But soon, she noticed people occasionally making their way over to Chloe, either to strike up a conversation or invite her to dance. Moreover, the men approaching Chloe were all young and handsome. Although Chloe declined their invitations, men kept coming, one after another.

just couldn't get it. She's the real deal - the true heiress of the fancy Meadows family and decked out in gear worth millions. How could anyone think she's less than Chloe, who barely puts any effort into

she called

an air of innocence, she called out, "Chloe,

put down her piece of

Leah had specifically instructed them

group of people. One of Lisa's friends, wearing a mermaid dress, covered her mouth and laughed. "Look, doesn't her dress look like

those kinds of clothes are like street market goods to me,

her."

think she'd

important event without a hint of shame. Wasn't she once

single decent dress?"

disowned her long ago. She's the unwelcome one clinging to our