NovelXXXChapter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSilently, 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.
"You finally made it! I was starting to wonder if I'd have to beg you." Sylvia nearly tripped over herself in excitement, rushing over to drag Monica to her side.
Monica had never liked people getting too close. With practiced ease, she stepped away, claimed a spot on the couch, and said coolly, "So, who's this friend you wantedto meet?" Sylvia didn't miss a beat. She glanced at Monica, taking in the calm façade of a woman who was the very picture of high society. With a tic roll of her eyes, she huffed, "Honestly, Monica, have you seen the look on your face? You could scare the life out of someone. Anyone would think I owed you a fortune." While Sylvia was all fiery temperament, Monica was the epitof composure. She nodded, lips quirking up just slightly. "I turned down a two-million-dollar deal to be here today. So technically, you do owea fortune." Sylvia 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 it, the more annoyed she became. "Monica, have you got no shame?" Monica ignored her, scanning the room for the unfamiliar face.
Sylvia caught on and rolled her eyes again. "Stop looking. She's not here yet." Monica glanced sideways at Sylvia, her tone casual. "You seem awfully invested in this friend." Sylvia raised her brows, grinning with pride. "Of course! She's honestly the sweetest person-so gentle, so easy to get along with. Our energy just clicks." She was nothing if not confident: "Citrine is just one of those people everyone likes. I guarantee you'll love her too." What is she, a stack of hundred-dollar bills? Monica thought, lips curving into a slight, involuntary smile. "What's so funny?" Sylvia's brows drew together.
Monica spoke slowly, "You said the exact sthing the last tyou introducedto a 'new friend.' Only, I didn't cthat time, and as I recall "
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe shot Sylvia a knowing look and added with a hint of amusement, "Do you remember how that 'friend' nearly scammer What m scammed you? Imagine—a trust fund kid almost getting sold out by a con artist. Tell me, Ms. Watkins, have you learned your lesson?" Sylvia's face darkened at the memory. That was a chapter she'd rather forget.
Still, she stuck to her guns. "Citrine is definitely not a scammer. You'll see when you meet her."
Monica didn't bother arguing. She was here now, and surely even Sylvia couldn't make the smistake twice. A few minutes later, the door to the private lounge swung open.
Everyone turned-and fell silent.
Citrine stepped inside, her beauty so striking she seemed to light up the room. Wherever she went, it was En impossible not to notice her.
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