The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 381

A few days later, Sylvia organized a get-together, claiming she wanted to introduce someone new. She invited several people from their usual circle.

Truth be told, no one present seemed particularly interested in meeting this so-called new friend.

Someone leaned in and whispered, “Sylvia, do you think Monica Saunders will show up tonight?”

“Of course she’ll come.” Sylvia paused, shooting the speaker a frosty glare, her words nearly grinding through clenched teeth.

Silently, she rolled her eyes: Sycophants lining up just to curry favor with Monica.

Sylvia’s family was well-off by Crestwood standards, but nowhere near the city’s true elite. The Saunders family, on the other hand, rivaled the Glenwoods—Crestwood’s most powerful dynasty. The only difference was that the Saunders kept a low profile and their company, C. Corp, never meddled in the local power games.

Sylvia knew all too well that most of these so-called socialites only tolerated her because of Monica’s status, but she didn’t care. She was here for a good time, not their approval.

Within minutes, Monica arrived.

“You finally made it! I was starting to wonder if I’d have to beg you.” Sylvia nearly tripped over herself in excitement, rushing over to drag Monica to her side.

Monica had never liked people getting too close. With practiced ease, she stepped away, claimed a spot on the couch, and said coolly, “So, who’s this friend you wanted me to meet?”

Sylvia didn’t miss a beat. She glanced at Monica, taking in the calm façade of a woman who was the very picture of high society. With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she huffed, “Honestly, Monica, have you seen the look on your face? You could scare the life out of someone. Anyone would think I owed you a fortune.”

While Sylvia was all fiery temperament, Monica was the epitome of composure.

She nodded, lips quirking up just slightly. “I turned down a two-million-dollar deal to be here today. So technically, you do owe me a fortune.”

Sylvia gaped at her, never having met anyone so shameless. The thought of sweet, gentle Citrine flashed across her mind—what a contrast. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. “Monica, have you got no shame?”