"Since things have turned out this way, there’s really no need to have this meal." Gretchen Skerit stood up with a cold tone, "Joanna Lawrence, Lillian White is right; we don’t need this meal. Today you arranged for a luxury car and gave us expensive skincare products, and even chose a high-end restaurant for dinner. Is it really just to treat us to a meal?"
Joanna Lawrence hadn’t said a word.
It wasn’t until she heard these words that she lifted her eyes, her face expressionless as she looked at the two.
Her eyes were devoid of warmth, her face devoid of a smile, her attitude different from before: "Oh? Is that so? What do you think I invited you to this meal for?"
Confronted with Joanna’s cold gaze, Gretchen hesitated, her eyebrows furrowed tighter, her voice even colder, sneering, "Do you really want us to spell it out? You just want to show off how big your charm is, Joanna Lawrence. That all the men you date are all tall, rich, and handsome!"
"Look, what’s the big deal if you broke up with David Benington? You can immediately find a better one. You must be very proud inside, right? Feeling as if your charm is boundless, that all the great men in the world are at your disposal."
"Do you give us these little favors to get us to flatter you, to hold you up? Or do you want us to envy you for finding a handsome, wealthy boyfriend who’s so generous to you?"
"Exactly." Lillian White also sneered coldly, "Making such a high profile, as if you’re afraid others won’t know you’ve found a rich man. What does it matter how good or outstanding the man you find is? What does it have to do with us? There are so many rich men in the world; who needs to envy you?"
The two went back and forth with acidic comments.
Without restraint, they revealed their innermost thoughts.
Joanna was first astonished and then, seeing the unmasked jealousy in their eyes, felt only irony and sadness.
They had shared a dorm for three years.
Even if the relationships weren’t particularly good, they usually got along well.
She didn’t expect that Ashton Heath’s appearance would break the peace and harmony of their shared room, which had existed for three years.
He had only appeared on campus a few times, and yet her roommates already held such animosity towards her.
People say that women are trouble.
At this moment, Joanna wanted to say that men like Ashton Heath are also trouble.
"You guys are too much." Aria Rowlett looked at them in disbelief, her face dark with anger, "How can you make such malicious assumptions about Joanna? She’s not the person you describe! What’s wrong with her having a rich and handsome boyfriend? If you’re not happy, you can go find one too! Is this hitting a sore spot? You think she’s showing off superiority because you’re jealous!"
"Joanna, you see? You treat them as friends, but they don’t think the same way."
Aria and Joanna had a relationship as close as sisters.
Hearing them speak about Joanna , Aria felt as if she was the one being talked about and naturally couldn’t contain her anger.
At this moment, she truly realized how terrifying women’s jealousy can be.
Lillian White and Gretchen Skerit usually had a peaceful demeanor. Who would have thought that their jealousy would be so strong?
"Aria Rowlett, stop with the sarcasm." Lillian White mocked, "You may like fawning over her, but we’re not like you."