Chapter 53

“Mirabella, spill the beans, girl Does your family own an oil field or something?” Jenna’s words dripped with jealousy. With a sly arch of her brow, Mirabella casually picked up her phone, unlocked it with a quick swipe of her thumb, and with Jenna watching, she nonchalantly accepted a tidy sum of ten grand from Delilah and Shawn via Messenger. The sheer audacity of her movements was enough to leave anyone agape.

Jenna’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God!” Oh, how she wanted to murder her desk–mate not only swipe every penny from her Messenger, but also hog her billionaire parents all to herself!

“Ugh, it’s downright maddening to compare yourself to others.” Jenna sighed dramatically, feigning sorrow. “Why can’t I have a pair of filthy–rich parents doting on their princess, huh?”

Mirabella turned her head, flicking her bangs away from her forehead with a nonchalant grace. Her eyes sparkled with an enticing glint as she quipped, “You may not have tycoon parents, but there’s still a chance for you to be a tycoon mommy to some spoiled child.”

Jenna choked on her own laughter and threw her a thumbs–up. Whoever said her desk–mate was just a pretty face must not have heard her razor–sharp wit.

shifted closer to Mirabella. Her playful expression from moments before was replaced by one of genuine concern. “Speaking of which, there’s some gossip going around about you. Have you heard?”

inquisitive

has it that your grades are nothing to brag about, that you can’t even match up

High School wasn’t like the neighboring Maple Academy; it was a place for the true academic cream of the crop. The school’s rules were strict, and its principal was famously unbending and iron–fisted. The idea of someone sneaking in through the backdoor was practically unheard of at

the scandalous exception, challenging the integrity of Parkside’s reputation.

her with money transfers daily, Jenna couldn’t help but suspect that there might be a kernel of

course, she’d rather not believe such gossip, especially since her desk–mate’s

catching Jenna’s conflicted gaze, offered a sly smile and countered, “Do you

not,” Jenna shook her head. “You’re always buried in books. You’re the quintessential bookworm. Anyone could be accused of

and shake

her frustration, “How can you be so calm? Wouldn’t any normal person be upset about

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