The Billionaire’s Hidden Daughter
Chapter 2
I smiled, placed the bottle of wine on the table, and looked at Nicole. “I’m just here to deliver some
wine. Enjoy your evening.”
With that, I prepared to leave.
I did consider whether I should reveal my true identity and embarrass this pampered heiress.
But a mature businesswoman values grace and restraint. Such childish and foolish antics were beneath me.
As for Justin Wells, I didn’t look at him. It was meaningless.
He was married and had a child now. Why dwell on the past or cling to anything unresolved?
“Bonnie Bryson, Nicole didn’t say you could leave,” came a voice.
Grant Colson, who was seated near the door, had stood up.
He had always been Nicole’s most loyal follower–ten years ago and evidently still today.
Why else would he take the seat by the door? Sitting there made it easier for him to run errands for
Nicole.
Nicole also stood up, leaning on the table with both hands. “Bonnie Bryson, it’s been ten years. Since you happened to join the reunion, why not stay and catch up?”
“I have work to do,” I replied with a faint smile. “I’ll work hard and aim to be a manager before I
turn thirty.”
The room burst into laughter again.
I wasn’t sure what they were laughing at.
Was being a floor manager at the Magnet Club really that funny?
Even after deductions for insurance and benefits, the monthly salary was still 20,000, plus a year–end Bonus and various allowances. Was a job like that laughable?
1 carefully observed their appearances. While they were indeed well–dressed, their clothes were just common brands available in any mall.
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The car keys on the table? Mostly mid–range or even budget models,
And yet, their faces were full of smug satisfaction.
Where did their sense of superiority come from?
One of them, Caroline Wade, seemed to notice me glancing at her car keys. She sneered and said, “Bonnie Bryson, don’t tell me you don’t even have a car? My Ford may have cost just over ten grand, but at least it’s got four wheels. Are you still riding an electric bike?”
“Ah, I use shared bikes,” I replied honestly.
Since my penthouse was close to the club, I genuinely biked back and forth most of the time.
And then, as expected, the room burst into laughter again.
It seemed like without me, they’d have no one else to ridicule.
After all, they were all Nicole Tanner’s sycophants, and mocking each other wouldn’t do.
Caroline turned to Justin Wells and said, “Justin, breaking up with her was the smartest decision you ever made. Otherwise, you’d be the one crying on a bike right now.”
The laughter erupted once more, especially from Grant Colson, who laughed so hard I could see his
molars.
Justin Wells, however, didn’t laugh. His face was pale, his expression uneasy, and he avoided.
looking at me. His gaze darted nervously.
What was he afraid of?
Was he worried I’d mention that night in Capital City?
I wasn’t that childish.
Nicole knocked on the table, silencing the laughter. She pointed at me and said, “Bonnie Bryson, stay here. Later, I’ll have Assistant Jake talk to someone and get you promoted to floor manager.”
When I didn’t respond, Nicole smirked. “You probably don’t even know who Assistant Jake is, do you? It’s normal for a little waitress like you to have no chance of meeting him.”
“Even if you did meet him, do you think someone of Assistant Jake’s status would bother with you? He’s the type even Nicole’s father has to treat with respect.”
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Caroline laughed and added, “Well, who knows? Maybe Assistant Jake might take a liking to her and Reep her as a mistress.”
“And so what?” Caroline continued, grinning. “Even as a mistress, her status wouldn’t be much better than a dog’s. At best, she’d be a pet.”
I wanted to ask them if I had dug up their ancestors‘ graves to deserve this treatment, but I really didn’t have the time or energy to bicker with them.
Nor did I want them to discover my true identity.
If they knew, they’d undoubtedly swarm me like flies, trying to curry favor. It’d be exhausting.
Enjoy yourselves. I really have to go. Otherwise, I might lose my job,” I said with a smile, preparing
to leave once again.
But just then, Grant suddenly shoved me.
