Claire lifted the corners of her lips in a calm, indifferent smile and walked past them as if they didn't exist.
They saw her as a fly, but to her, they were nothing more than filth, disgusting to even glance at. The best response was to simply ignore waste.
"That woman really knows how to climb into a man's bed, she's actually managed to secure a place at the head of the Watson family."
"Exactly. Such a deep schemer. My girl could never compete with her."
Their deliberately loud, insulting voices echoed behind her.
Claire's faint smile carried a trace of frost as she walked away, acting as though she heard nothing.
Inside the lounge.
Stephanie sat surrounded by the others, and naturally, the topic of conversation had not yet shifted away from Claire. They held an innate hostility toward her, as though they were born to despise her.
