The moment the auction hammer fell, the auctioneer's congratulations came at the same time. Iris Mitchell proudly smiled and said to Lyra Smith, "Lyra, look. Now I can have anything I want and get it just by waving my hand."
To Lyra, Iris seemed like a crazy person right now, talking a lot.
She had never had this sense of superiority before, and now that she had it, she would make full use of it.
"Look at the past, when I was clearly more hardworking than you, but I got less than you."
"It was the same at school. I was the one who performed the best, but the teacher always picked you to be on stage. How unfair is that..."
"All the attention you got was built on my shoulders."
When the old school incident was brought up again, Lyra didn't get angry but remained calm. "Do you really not know who slipped the blade into your shoe?"
Iris's face remained unchanged, "Wasn't it you who did it?"
Lyra: "It seems like you want me to recall the details for you now."
