Chapter 222

Evelyn Laurent shook her head calmly. "No need."

Birthday gifts had never meant much to her.

Her walk-in closet was already overflowing with presents from her parents and brothers.

The allowance in her bank account was more than she could ever spend.

She could buy anything she wanted whenever she pleased.

A flicker of resignation passed through Ethan Sullivan's eyes.

But he said nothing more.

The black Maybach glided to a stop near Harvard University.

Evelyn habitually exited the car early.

"Let me take you to the gate," Ethan frowned.

"No." Her refusal was crisp.

The entrance would be crowded at this hour.

She had no desire to become the center of attention.

Ethan could only watch as she walked away.

The classroom buzzed with excitement.

"Happy birthday, Sophia!"

"I picked this gift just for you!"

Students swarmed around Sophia Lowell, eagerly thrusting presents at her.

Sophia sat primly at her desk, a flawless smile on her lips.

"Thank you, everyone."

Her heart swelled with glee.

Though the gifts varied in quality, they were all freebies.

The Lowell family name truly opened doors.

Lydia Montgomery squeezed through the crowd, cradling an exquisitely wrapped box.

"Sophia, this music box is for you."

She nervously twisted her fingers.

"I saved up my allowance for months..."

The metal music box gleamed under the sunlight.

A flash of disdain crossed Sophia's eyes.

But she instantly feigned delight.

"It's gorgeous! I love it."

Lydia exhaled in relief.

This investment would pay off.

As long as she clung to the Lowells' coattails...

"I'm hosting a birthday dinner at Symphony Heights tonight," Sophia announced abruptly.

The classroom erupted.

"Oh my god! That new ultra-exclusive music venue?"

"I heard reservations are booked solid for three months!"

Sophia flipped her hair with practiced grace.

"No big deal."

Her heart bled.

Securing that reservation had nearly drained her savings.

But this party was non-negotiable.

Isabella Valentine suddenly rose from the back row.

She strode to Sophia's desk, face icy.

"You're having your party at Symphony Heights?"