When Elise saw his name in black print beside Isabella's, she had torn the newspaper to pieces in a fit of rage.
In her heart, curses had poured out like venom. How dare Isabella, that shameless woman, find herself such a powerful new patron so quickly after being dumped by Brandon Hughes? Was the world really so unfair?
Yet, as she drove onto campus and spotted Isabella walking alone, dressed simply, she clung to a bitter consolation. A man like Victor could never be serious about a woman like her.
Leaning out of the car window, Elise smiled with thinly veiled malice. "Why is our famous Miss Cruz still walking, hm? You've already climbed up Victor's big tree. Shouldn't you be riding in luxury by now?"
Isabella did not even glance at her. She kept walking, steady and composed, while Elise idled along beside her, unwilling to let the silence go.
