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As Veronica had said, Leah had been born into a life that most people could only dream of, standing at the pinnacle of success from the moment she was born, a height others would spend their entire lives striving

for but never reach.

They pitied themselves, but even more so, they sympathized with Charmaine.

Everything Leah had now was originally meant to be Charmaine’s.

But sadly she simply wasn’t destined for that life.

With that contrast, they all felt a little better about themselves.

After packing up a pile of almost brand–new clothes at Leah’s, the group headed to their next destination.

As the sky darkened, the car slowly entered Eastlake, the largest and wealthiest neighborhood in Eragos.

The area, occupied by the most expensive real estate in the city, seemed almost mystical, vast, and mysterious, like a primeval forest. Everyone couldn’t help but stare, their eyes wide open, too mesmerized to blink. They eagerly pulled out their phones, recording videos.

“Oh my god, who would’ve thought my first time coming to Eastlake would be to visit a classmate’s house?”

wonder all the rich people retire here. D*mn it, it’s like walking into an ultra–luxury destination! Just the land

that the tree alone is worth

like? It’s not rotten at all–it’s insanely

you’re so envious, just try harder. Maybe you can

understanding the sting in Veronica’s words without needing to

unable to hold back, nearly exploded. If Charmaine hadn’t been there to hold her back, she would’ve

not talk for

am I not allowed to

high and mighty, but deep down, they want nothing more than to be

clenched her fists and glared back

tongue out playfully and returned to her seat.

indifference, Celeste smirked. “Veronica’s so jealous. When we get there, she’s going to

leaned in and whispered, “Charmaine, is

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aren’t you? That’s settled. Veronica’s probably going to be so

had no

in the house–how else could she know all this so

minutes later, the minibus finally arrived at the Cross

the sprawling villas set amid a meticulously crafted artificial landscape. In the distance, they could see maids, servants, and bodyguards dressed in uniform, marching in perfect formation. Their jaws

the Crosses? Are you sure it’s not some luxury resort or

many servants here; they could form a mid–scale company! Just the cost of employing them

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