Chapter 237

Sophia's nails dug deep into her palms.

She forced herself to maintain an elegant facade, barely containing her rage. Thankfully, the hotel manager had the sense not to expose her lie in front of everyone.

If her classmates found out the truth...

She couldn't bear to imagine the humiliation.

"Sophia, these gifts are too extravagant..." Her classmates trembled as they held the jewelry.

She forced a flawless smile. "It's nothing."

Inside, she was bleeding.

Every piece was real gold and diamonds!

What terrified her more was the thought of running into an actual member of the Lowell family...

Just the idea made her blood run cold.

"Let's go." She turned gracefully, her heels clicking rapidly against the floor.

Too lost in their sudden windfall, none of her classmates noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders.

Meanwhile, a black Maybach glided to a stop nearby.

Evelyn Lowell glanced idly out the window, catching sight of Sophia's hurried retreat.

A mocking smirk curled her lips.

"What are you looking at?" Ethan Sullivan murmured.

"Nothing." Evelyn turned away. "Just a pathetic fraud."

The glass walls of Symphony Heights reflected her flawless profile.

The ambiance here was indeed exquisite.

Elsewhere, Sophia finally bid farewell to the last of her classmates.

"Nigel, I'm so sorry." She bit her lip, eyes brimming with feigned remorse.

Nigel Winthrop patted her shoulder gently. "Don't worry. There will be other opportunities."

A calculating gleam flickered in his eyes.

This foolish woman was the perfect stepping stone into the Lowell family.

As Nigel's car disappeared down the street, Sophia's smile vanished instantly.

"Bloodsuckers!" She viciously kicked a pebble on the sidewalk.

Ten million!

Gone, just like that.

She spent half an hour in the restroom meticulously reapplying her makeup, ensuring perfection before stepping out.

Oversized sunglasses and a face mask concealed her features entirely.

"Quite the performance."

Isabella Valentine leaned lazily against a pillar, her red lips twisting into a sneer.

Sophia froze.

Why wouldn't this bitch leave her alone?

"Move." She hissed under her breath.

Isabella swirled her champagne glass leisurely. "How does it feel, pretending to be a Lowell heiress?"

Sophia's breath hitched.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She quickened her pace.

Isabella's mocking voice followed her. "Be careful—playing with fire gets you burned."

Sophia stumbled, nearly twisting her ankle.

She fled the restaurant without looking back.