Chapter 225

Isabella Valentine shot Sophia Lowell an icy glare.

The temperature in the private room seemed to plummet.

Three girls sat obediently beside Isabella, their eyes locked on Sophia.

Sophia clutched the hem of her dress, her voice barely a whisper. "It's... on the second floor."

"The second floor?" Isabella rose abruptly, her stilettos clicking sharply against the floor.

She looked down at Sophia with a mocking smirk. "What? You think we don't deserve the penthouse?"

Sophia paled. "No! The penthouse was already reserved..."

Isabella stepped closer, tapping Sophia's shoulder with a manicured finger. "If you can't even secure a decent room, why bother pretending to be important?"

Sophia dug her nails into her palms, fighting back tears.

Of course she knew the penthouse was the best.

But it had been reserved for Evelyn Laurent—someone she wasn't even allowed to inquire about.

"Isabella!" Lydia Montgomery suddenly slammed her hands on the table. "Sophia invited us out of kindness. How dare you speak to her like that?"

The other girls chimed in. "Yeah, that's too much!"

Isabella twirled her diamond earring dismissively. "A tacky gathering like this doesn't deserve my respect."

She turned toward the reception desk, the sharp swish of her black dress cutting through the air.

"Fifth floor. I'm booking it." She tossed down her black card, then glanced back with a raised brow. "Anyone who wants to join me, we're moving now."

The room erupted.

"Wait, we can really go to the fifth floor?"

"Miss Valentine is so generous!"

"Sorry, Sophia..."

The crowd surged toward Isabella, leaving only Lydia behind.

Sophia stood alone in the empty room, her tears finally spilling onto the carpet.