"That's a Bugatti Veyron! Do you think Heather, a poor student, can afford such an expensive car?" Helen sneered as her eyes flashed with vicious light. "Those who can afford a car like that are mostly old men. Do you understand why she can get into that car? She prostitutes herself,"
Malcolm's eyes flickered with disdain.
Heather had been keeping a low profile, so he didn't believe she was rich. But when he thought Heather actually succeeded in hooking up with a rich man, he felt angry and jealous.
He sucked up to Helen all day long, but he could at best drive her BMW. Besides, even if he did get the help of the Jenkins family's power in the future, he wouldn't be able to afford a car like Bugatti Veyron! But Heather easily hooked up with a rich man and even reached a height he could never reach in his life.
"What a shameless woman she is!" Malcolm said bitterly.
