"What kind of bullshit are you all spouting here? Jealous of Lily, aren't you? If you're so capable, why don't you go cozy up to the Eldest Young Master Grant yourself? What's the point of talking all this crap here? I'd like to see if the Eldest Young Master Grant would even spare you a glance!"
The speaker was none other than Mandy Young, who'd been invited by Connor Grant. She just couldn't stand these jealous women gossiping behind people's backs—especially since their target happened to be her dearest friend.
"Where'd this little shortie come from? Must be exhausting craning your neck to talk to others, huh?" The female guest who'd just said "it all depends on personal effort" mocked Mandy, relying on her height advantage and looking down her nose arrogantly.
"Who the hell are you calling a little shortie, you shrew?" Henry Lennox's expression darkened as he shot a cold glare at the woman who'd insulted Mandy. The force of his presence was overwhelming.
