Chapter 9

An inverted V Hermès bag, a Cartier diamond bracelet, a custom Royal Oak watch from Vacheron Constantin.

After breaking up with Lucas, I could finally be myself again.

"Looks like you've made quite a bit of money lately."

Sophia smiled lightly, her light makeup and every gesture carefully cultivating that socialite lady image.

Sophia had always seen me as just a girl with some money, not at all on the same level as an illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family like herself.

If only she knew, we weren't just on different levels - we were generations apart.

This feeling of knowing something she didn't felt so good.

"If you have something to say, say it quick. I need to get back to 'making money'!"

"I'm sure you know I'm from the Newman family..."

I nodded. That much was true.

I did know, and I even knew she was my grand-niece.

"A woman consumed by hatred after a failed relationship is truly pathetic. If you're not good enough, there's no need to cling to Lucas like a leech."

"As a fellow woman, I pity you."

Sophia took on a lecturing tone, completely different from the little white lotus act in the office that day.

What range as an actress.

"Whether I'm consumed by hatred or not is none of your business. But I know very well that you're a gold digger who likes to eat leftovers."

Since she had dropped the act, there was no need for me, her elder, to hold back either.

With Samuel's help, I had become an all-seeing player.

Sophia and Lucas's little drama was too boring, not even enough to keep me entertained while snacking on sunflower seeds.

It boiled down to this: Lucas was poor but handsome and smart. Sophia deliberately got close to him to improve herself.

Later, Samuel's parents found out Sophia kept carelessly revealing her identity.

That's when they funded her studies in Canada, keeping her under strict supervision.

Driven by vanity, Sophia exaggerated, hinting to Lucas that she needed to return to the Newman family and that he wasn't good enough for her.

Then it was my turn to enter the stage as the unlucky one.

Exposed by me, Sophia didn't even bother maintaining her image anymore. She left without even paying for her $68 rose tea.

Sigh, kids these days are so inconsiderate~

She didn't even call me Auntie, and still mooched off me for an expensive tea.

"I should tell her uncle about this. It's time for her to go back to Canada for some more education!"