Chapter 125

Sophia Lowell stood outside the dormitory door, her fingertips trembling slightly. Every word of the conversation inside reached her ears with perfect clarity.

"I heard the seventh daughter of the Lowell family recently returned from abroad..."

"That's a real heiress we're talking about..."

She took a deep breath and deliberately made her footsteps audible before pushing the door open.

"What are you all discussing?" She feigned nonchalance.

Her roommates exchanged glances. "We were just talking about that mysterious seventh daughter of the Lowell family."

Sophia's hand jerked involuntarily as she hurriedly shut the door. "D-don't talk about that outside..."

Her odd behavior made her roommates stare at each other in confusion.

"Sophia...don't tell me you're—" The short-haired roommate suddenly covered her mouth.

Sophia bit her lower lip, her eyes darting nervously. "Now that you know..."

The dorm fell into a deathly silence.

The three girls' eyes widened as everything clicked into place—the designer handbags, limited-edition perfumes, endless skincare products...

"Oh my god!" The round-faced roommate grabbed Sophia's hands excitedly. "You're actually—"

"Shh!"

Sophia pressed a finger to her lips with a mysterious smile. "This stays between us."

Their attitudes transformed instantly. One offered her fruit while another started organizing her desk.

Sophia basked in their sudden adoration, inwardly delighted. Since the real seventh daughter was practically a ghost who never showed her face, why not borrow the identity while she could?

As she applied lipstick before the mirror, a smug curve lifted the corners of her mouth. Once she secured Ethan Sullivan, who would care about being some Lowell heiress?

Right now, the priority was Old Mr. Sullivan's birthday banquet.

On the day of the celebration, Sophia dressed meticulously. The white sundress accentuated her innocent charm, and the gift box in her hands was wrapped with flawless precision.

At the entrance of The Grand Hyatt, security stopped her.

"Private event today."

Sophia lifted her chin. "I'm here for Old Mr. Sullivan's birthday celebration."

"Invitation, please."

Her smile froze. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the gift box's silk ribbon.

The guard noticed. His expression hardened. "No invitation, no entry."

A cold sweat broke across Sophia's back. She hadn't anticipated the elite's security being this stringent—she couldn't even get through the door.

The growl of an engine approached. A black Maybach glided forward, its rear window partially lowered to reveal a glimpse of an exquisite profile.

The guards immediately straightened. Sophia's pulse quickened—her opportunity had arrived.