Chapter 381

A few days later, Sylvia organized a get-together, claiming she wanted to introduce someone new. She invited several people from their usual circle.

Truth be told, no one present seemed particularly interested in meeting this so- called new friend.

Someone leaned in and whispered, "Sylvia, do you think Monica Saunders will show up tonight?"

"Of course she'll come." Sylvia paused, shooting the speaker a frosty glare, her words nearly grinding through clenched teeth.

Silently, she rolled her eyes: Sycophants lining up just to curry favor with Monica.

Sylvia's family was well-off by Crestwood standards, but nowhere near the city's true elite. The Saunders family, on the other hand, rivaled the Glenwoods- Crestwood's most powerful dynasty. The only difference was that the Saunders kept a low profile and their company, C. Corp, never meddled in the local power games.

Sylvia knew all too well that most of these so-called socialites only tolerated her because of Monica's status, but she didn't care. She was here for a good time, not their approval.

Within minutes, Monica arrived.

starting to wonder if I'd have to beg you." Sylvia nearly tripped over herself in excitement, rushing over

away, claimed a spot on the couch, and said coolly, "So, who's this friend you

the very picture of high society. With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she huffed, "Honestly, Monica, have you seen the look

was all fiery temperament, Monica was the epitome of composure. She nodded, lips quirking up just slightly. "I turned down a two-million-dollar deal to be here today. So

gaped at her, never having met anyone so shameless. The thought of sweet, gentle Citrine flashed across her mind-what a contrast. The more she thought about

ignored her, scanning the room

caught on and rolled her eyes again. "Stop looking. She's not here

Sylvia, her tone casual. "You seem awfully invested in this

her brows, grinning with pride. "Of course! She's honestly the sweetest person-so gentle,

nothing if not confident: "Citrine is just one of those people everyone

stack of hundred-dollar bills? Monica thought, lips curving into a slight,

Sylvia's brows

thing the last time you introduced me to a 'new friend.'

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