"Alright, please wait a moment."
The waiter left.
Only Aurelia and Eleanor Spencer were left sitting face to face.
Aurelia held her glass and sipped water, her gaze lowered, her long and thick lashes veiling the mocking, cold smile flickering in her eyes.
Eleanor Spencer had asked her here—wasn't it just to show off? To flaunt her current status, her standing in the entertainment industry, and the wealth she now possessed.
But what she couldn't understand was, no one knew her identity and background better than Eleanor Spencer did.
All these years, the reason her identity hadn't been exposed was because doing so would only create positive publicity for her, something of no use to Eleanor Spencer.
But why would she ever think she'd be jealous of those things?
Even though Eleanor Spencer's family couldn't compare to hers, nor to the Nightshade Family, it was still a big, well-off household—yet she actually thought this was a way to show off. How childish, how laughable.
