<b>Chapter </b><b>381 </b>
Mandy stepped out of <b>the </b>office, her expression clouded over with displeasure. She <b>had </b><b>suffered </b>embarrassment at the hands of two teachers now and regretteding to <b>school </b>that day.
What a nuisance.
The family butler, who had been waiting outside, noticed her mood and inquired, “Madam, what seems to be the trouble?<b>” </b>
Mandy nced at the butler, her voiceced with irritation. “It’s just another mess <b>that </b>dimwit created.<b>” </b>
The butler paused, then instinctively asked, “Is it Miss Mira?”
“Don’t even mention her to me; she’s no longer a part of the Gilbert family,” Mandy snapped before heading towards the school gates: The butler hurried after her.
As they exited the main entrance of Parkside High School, Mandy spotted Mirabe waiting by the roadside, obviously expecting someone to pick her up.
Mandy’s lips curled into a sneer; it was so typical of the less fortunate not to afford a personal chauffeur. Her attention then shifted away as she strode towards her own Bentley parked by the curb.
The butler, getting there first, opened the passenger door for her. Just as Mandy was about to lower herself into the car, she caught sight of a ck sedan pulling up beside the spot where Mirabe stood.
<b>She </b>instinctively looked up and was taken aback when she recognized the make of the car a Rolls–Royce.
How could Mirabe’s biological mother be driving such an expensive car? Weren’t they supposedly so poor that they could only afford to drive an old, beat–up Santana?
She must’ve been seeing things!
“Madam?” the butler, noticing Mandy’s fixed stare and her dy in getting into the car,
voiced his confusion.
Suppressing her shock, Mandy stiffly settled into her seat and buckled her seatbelt, ncing involuntarily at the side mirror. Although she didn’t see everything, it was clear that Mirabe had gotten into the car.
Mandy felt dazed <b>as </b>if none of this could possibly be real. After all, the Davis family lived in that run–down neighborhood. They couldn’t afford such a car even if they sold their house. So this must’ve been a stunt, right? Did the Davis family rent the car just to show <b>off </b>at the school?
If that was the case<b>, </b>how utterly <b>vain</b>!
As the car in <b>the </b>rearview mirror drove away, Mandy snapped back to reality and sarcastically <b>shook </b>her head, then told the butler, <b>“</b>Let’s go.”
<b>The </b><b>butler </b>nced at Mandy and then asked, “Aren’t we waiting <b>for </b>Miss Summer<b>?</b><b>” </b>
At the mention of Summer, Mandy’s thoughts turned to the unjust treatment she’d received <b>from </b>Morgan, and she replied coldly, “She didn’t even go to school today.”
The butler was taken aback. “Oh? If she’s not at school, where could she be? Should we call and check<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Rubbing her temples from the headache, Mandy said firmly, “No need. She’s a grown woman<b>; </b>she doesn’t need someone watching over her all the time. Just drive, we’re going home.”
With that, the butler said no more and started the engine. Soon, the car left the school behind.
After an embarrassing audio recording that had leaked online, Summer really did feel too ashamed to go to school and had asked her homeroom teacher for the day off.
She returned to the talent agency and was met with sneers and derisive nces from the other artists. Their looks conveyed mockery, and her carefully cultivated image of gentleness and kindness was on the brink of copse.