"Eva, Eva... where are you going?" Lucas Payten finally caught up with the storming Eva, holding her shoulder.
"Where am I going? You tell me!" Eva glared angrily at Lucas. "If I don't leave, should I stay there and embarrass myself?"
Why does Sophie Wilson get to know a man so wealthy?
Why can Sophie Wilson ride in a luxury car worth millions, while she can only sit in a car worth ten thousand, a piece of junk?
"How could a man that rich genuinely care for Sophie Wilson?" Lucas Payten tried hard to find his own merits and belittle Charles Seymour. "Can he be like me, devoted to you? He's surely just in it for the novelty, ready to toss her aside once he's had enough."
On hearing this, Eva nodded immediately, "Exactly. What's so good about Sophie Wilson anyway? All she does is shamelessly cling to men."
"Exactly, exactly!" Lucas eagerly agreed, "Come on, let's not let people like that upset us. It's not worth it to get worked up and ruin your health."
