Basking in their praise, Sophie’s lips curled high, her eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction.
Adrian’s capabilities on his own were never that impressive.
If it weren’t for his marriage alliance with me, which made his rivals tread carefully,
he would have been torn apart long ago, down to the last bone.
Without that, he never would have been sitting in the billionaire’s chair.
I hadn’t expected this to become Sophie Lane’s newest trophy for showing off and soaking in praise.
The moment they saw me arrive, the same classmates who had just been fawning over her instantly frowned, their faces twisting with disdain.
One of Sophie’s little cronies spotted the car behind me and immediately sneered:
"Claire Bennett, ten years on the job and this is all you drive—a piece of domestic junk?"
The others burst into loud laughter.
"Hilarious! If I had to drive a trash can like that, I’d rather die!"
"But wait—why does her plate have so many zeroes? You can’t buy that kind of special number at any price!"
"Obviously a fake plate. Like she could ever have a license plate like that on such a beat-up car!"