Stella Rhodes smiled mischievously. As Joy Fischer stared at her, so close, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
"Of course not. My dad says you're a young achiever—made the Forbes list at such a young age and managing a huge company. He told me to learn a thing or two from you."
Speaking of which, Joy Fischer sounded a bit resentful. It wasn't like she was some good-for-nothing slacker, but she was still being told to learn from the "perfect kid next door."
Stella Rhodes smiled gently and reached out to pat Joy Fischer's head.
To the side, Drew Thorne silently observed their interaction and couldn't help but smile.
'Good,' he thought. 'Looks like Jane Sterling's two little tag-alongs will be disappearing soon.'
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, a man who was bundled up from head to toe sat down, his expression completely placid.
Luna Nash immediately raised an eyebrow, looking the man up and down.
