The next afternoon, I packed my travel essentials into my suitcase and headed downstairs.
Initially, I intended to grab a cab and meet up with Osborne myself, but he insisted on sending his driver to pick me up.
Outside the dorm building, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked right at the entrance.
It was such a conspicuous vehicle that it quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers.
Whispers began circulating—everyone was guessing whether the car was there to pick up a wealthy heiress or a mistress.
When the chauffeur got out of the driver's seat, the crowd was taken aback to see it was indeed a pickup for a mistress.
As the campus' notorious figure, I slipped into the backseat of the car amid the gossip and stares.
Seeing me get in, the students surrounding the car sneered with disdain.
"Wow, Lillian's hypocrisy is off the charts. Just a few days ago, she was putting on a show in front of her boyfriend, and today she's hopping into her sugar daddy's car. What's she playing at?"
Photos of me in the luxury vehicle were quickly snapped and posted on the school forum.
I found the baseless rumors a bit amusing. It seemed like people felt emboldened to spread nonsense with no real cost or consequences.