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Lilith’s frustration simmered, and Brenna’s support gave her an extra boost of confidence. Sure, the Higgins
family had more money than the Richardson family, but compared to the Harper family, they didn’t even come
close. Whitney was foolish for daring to mock her.
“Tell me, does your mother hang around with people like that? I didn’t think so,” Lilith said, feeling bolder than
ever.
Whitney froze, her mouth hanging open. She hadn't expected Lilith to push back. She had been certain that Lilith
would shrink back in embarrassment. “You really have no shame. How can you stand there and brag about being
a gold-digger?” Whitney shot back.
Lilith rose from her seat, eyeing Whitney from head to toe. “Callwhatever you want, but the truth is, I've got
the looks, the style, and the confidence to hold my own. That's why I attract a man with money. Can you
honestly say the sabout yourself?”
Brenna flashed her a thumbs-up, silently urging Lilith to teach Whitney a lesson. With a smirk, Lilith continued,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Take a hard look in the mirror. Even if rich men lined up around the block, not a single one would bother with
you. There's nothing special about your looks, no curves to catch anyone’s eye, and worst of all, you run your
mouth without a hint of charm. Who'd want someone like you?”
Whitney touched her face and glanced down at her chest, her cheeks flushing with anger. She snapped at Lilith,
“How can you say things like that? Chasing after money isn’t exactly something to be proud of! Does it really
make you better than everyone else? You're just being a bully!”
Tears pooled in Whitney's eyes as she lifted her hand, ready to slap Lilith across the face.
Libby stepped in without hesitation, grabbing Whitney's wrist in a firm grip. Her expression was icy, and the look
she gave Whitney was enough to freeze her in place. “Don’t ask for trouble.”
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Startled by Libby's stern warning, Whitney quickly withdrew her hand.
Lilith just grinned, sticking her tongue out. “Actually, | do think it's something to brag about.”
Sylvie observed the whole scene quietly, unbothered by the . When it looked like Whitney was about to
break down in tears, Sylvie gently took her hand. “That's enough. Let's not make things worse.”
Turning to Brenna, Sylvie’'s patience snapped. “Don’t get cocky, Brenna. Sooner or later, you'll pay for all of this.
Mark my words, one day, I'll have you begging for forgiveness! My family nearly lost everything because of you. |
won't forget that.”
Brenna gave a light, dismissive laugh. “If you're really so tough, then why not do something about it now? How
long are you planning to wait to seek revenge? Until you're old and gray? Please. Even in twenty years, your
family won't be in my league.”
Sylvie’s hands balled into fists, her nails digging so deep into her palms that it hurt. She felt the sting of
humiliation. “Don’t underestimate me! You've got smoney, but so what? If you're really that amazing...
Velen”
She glanced around, suddenly realizing she had nothing that could measure up to Brenna.
Her gaze then landed on a table lined with drinks, and a spark of inspiration hit. “Alright then, how about a
drinking contest? First one to get drunk has to apologize and steer clear of the winner from now on. Think you
can handle that?” Sylvie wasn’t exactly a heavy drinker, but she doubted Brenna could hold her liquor.
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