she came from a well-off family, flaunted luxury brands,
yet kept applying for scholarship spots meant for poor students.
One of the students she pushed out of a scholarship was someone I knew —
a girl so poor she lived on five dollars a day.
Not only did she lose her scholarship,
Chloe also led others to bully her until she developed severe depression.
I never hesitated with people like her.
She was stripped of her scholarship and couldn’t graduate with her degree.
Afterward, she tried to make trouble for me a few times,
but my parents had me too well-protected.
She never succeeded.
Years passed, and I had nearly forgotten she even existed.
“Did you find which European publisher Chloe works for?
Is it one of Foster Group’s subsidiaries?”
My assistant hesitated.
“Actually… it belongs to the Ford family.
Technically, it’s under Jason Ford’s name.”
I rubbed my temples.
The Fords and the Fosters had been family friends for years.
Jason and I were even engaged as kids —
but when I came of age, I broke off the engagement.
I couldn’t stand how he partied too much and acted like a spoiled playboy.
He was furious that day — not because his heart was broken,
but because I had humiliated his pride.