"Miss Qiao, I'm here to pick you up."
"Great!"
Qiao Jiaying got in, looking enviously at Adela.
She too had once been a rich second-generation, a fair-skinned beauty amid wealth. She had ridden in plenty of luxury cars, but it was her first time in one like Adela's that cost over ten million.
"Adela, is this your car?" Qiao Jiaying asked.
"Yes!" Adela's voice was very gentle, but her words carried an inherent pride.
It was a nobility built from money and family heritage, innate and irrefutable.
Qiao Jiaying, green with envy, said, "Adela, you're so amazing. Does your family hold a title as well?"
"My brother is a Duke."
A Duke ranked higher than a Count, and Qiao Jiaying's envy deepened. "That's incredible."
"Miss Qiao, I heard that Andre from your family has gotten into trouble, stripped of his hereditary title, is it true?"
Qiao Jiaying was taken aback, "Really...?"
