The short-haired girl's voice carried a hint of barely concealed excitement.
"Come to think of it, no one's ever heard where she actually works.
How else could she afford a luxury car worth millions?"
She sneered while touching up her makeup with a compact powder.
"Then again, it's no surprise.
That face of hers would be wasted if she didn't use it to reel men in.
Did you see how every guy in the banquet hall couldn't take their eyes off her?"
"Those mediocre losers don't count," The woman in the tight dress, her makeup flamboyant, carefully reapplied her lipstick, her face twisted in displeasure.
"Even my beloved Senior Mega couldn't resist her clutches.
It's infuriating! What does she even have besides that passably pretty face?"
"Oh, you're so wrong about that,"
The short-haired girl turned to her, blinking suggestively.
"Who knows what kind of... special talents she has behind closed doors?
