"I never expected to run into you here. What, all alone? Seems like he doesn't care about you that much after all!" Elvira's sharp, piercing voice rang out behind Janet. Janet frowned, feeling a wave of irritation at the harsh tone.
Elvira held a glass of champagne in one hand, dressed in a striking white evening gown that screamed luxury. Against Janet's simple, elegant presence, Elvira seemed almost vulgar.
Her eyes darted toward the radiant man in the hall from time to time, her expression tinged with excitement. Janet was just his secretary, wasn't she? That's what he said earlier.
"Instead of wasting your energy putting me down, maybe you should focus more on him! Whether he cares about me or not isn't important. What really matters is—do you care about yourself?" Janet's voice sharpened, no longer the meek woman who swallowed insults silently. From the moment she left the Louis family's home, she swore she wouldn't let them bully her again.
