“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...