"Ms. Thompson is quite the charmer, isn't she? She's got that poor boy Troy Hastings wrapped around her finger. I bet he still doesn't know that both sisters are actually Ms. Thompson playing a role."
Hearing a familiar voice from inside the room, I froze in mid-air as I was about to push the door open.
Poor boy?
Ms. Thompson?
What were they talking about?
Curious, I silently cracked open the door just enough to peer through and eavesdrop.
"Ms. Thompson is the heiress of the Thompson Group. It's Troy's good fortune that she even notices him! The line of suitors for Ms. Thompson could stretch aboard!"
Mia was being praised to the skies by her friends, and there was a smug sparkle in her eyes. "Troy is such a fool; he believes anything I say."
"But did that poor boy really give you two million? He must be pretty devoted, though it must have been hard for him," her friend said with a shake of her head in pity.
"Of course, he did! Every penny of the two million!" Mia boasted, pulling out a bank card from her pocket and waving it around before casually tossing it to her friend. "Here, consider it a gift from me, go buy yourself a bag."