Sophie added with false sweetness, "Women like her, once they latch onto a wealthy heir like Ethan, would never let go easily."
Hearing these words, a cold, mocking smile touched my lips. What I had sensed in Sophie's eyes at that birthday party—the veiled contempt—was no illusion. Her friendliness was just a mask. Deep down, she looked down on me no different from the rest.
The conversation in the video continued, ruthless and unfiltered.
"Cassandra, don't worry. We're all on your side."
"Yes, none of us like that Olivia. She should know her place instead of forcing herself into our circle."
"Probably read too many romance novels, dreaming of marrying into wealth. Pathetic really—doesn't she know to us, she's just an outsider pretending to belong?"
"Exactly. She's not one of u
