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    In a low voice, he said, “Gerry uncovered Brian’s current identity.


    Brian is none other than the illustrious boss of the Sunrise—Mr. Paul Alvarado.”


    “What?” Melinda’s eyes went wide, her jaw nearly dropping.


    “Brian is Paul Alvarado, the owner of the Sunrise? Oh, my goodness! That’s unbelievable! Does that mean the Nash family just went from a struggling minor family to one of the top-tier families in Blebert? Among all the wealthy families here, aside from the Daniels, none can stand up to the Paul Group.


    Are we seriously going to need to cozy up to the once-insignificant Nash family?”


    Melinda paused, envy shing across her face.


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    She added, “And now, Tiffany’s status among the socialites in Blebert will be higher than mine and Chloe’s.


    How did she get so lucky?”


    Consumed by a fiery wave of jealousy, Melinda brooded over past days when she’d treated Tiffany like a mere pawn in her games of disdain.


    Now, she begrudgingly realized she would have to tter the very person she once belittled.


    Melinda’s jealousy festered until it broke loose, leaving her blind to her surroundings.


    Her voice trembled with fury as she unleashed her resentment.


    “Imagine us, having to kowtow to Tiffany—the same girl we deemed aughingstock—just because she has an influential father.


    This is ridiculous.


    I can’t swallow such injustice.”


    Chloe, standing by, remained silent, her face betraying her shock as her eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.


    She quietly absorbed Melinda’s spiteful remarks, jealousy gnawing at her too, her hands balling into fists so tight that her nails left crescent marks in her palMs. Chloe dreaded the notion of Tiffany in the limelight.


    Until now, Tiffany had merely been a shadow enhancing her brilliance.


    The thought of their roles reversing—Tiffany shining as the lead and her fading into the background—was something Chloe found utterly uneptable.


    Despite the storm of jealousy brewing within, Chloe remembered their setting and managed to stifle her feelings, trying to cage her growing envy.


    Hearing Melinda’s relentless griping, Chloe adopted a facade of righteousness and advised, “Melinda, please, let’s not speak ill of Tiffany.


    She’s our friend, after all.


    We ought to celebrate her good fortune.”


    Melinda halted her venting and shot Chloe a look of bewildered frustration.


    Sighing, she conceded, “You always manage to be so… diplomatic.”


    gracious and wise.


    “I’m not there yet.


    I just can’t stomach the thought of Tiffany climbing above us one day.”


    Melinda’s memory suddenly jogged.


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