Villain Ch 1516. Spoiled Rich Girl
Sophia stood still for a moment. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the car pulling away—sleek, tinted, clearly expensive. Mila's ride.
Her jaw tightened.
It wasn't hard, not when the woman basically carried her presence like she was born to walk on red carpets and make everyone else in the room feel underdressed. Sophia had seen her name pop up in a couple of casting memos. High-end stuff. Limited edition spreads. Luxe beauty campaigns. The kind of assignments Sophia could only dream of sketching concepts for.
And now she was here?
Of all days?
Sophia crossed her arms, still watching the taillights disappear.
Her gaze darkened.
"Of course you're here for him," she muttered under her breath. "Spoiled rich girl… showing up all perfect and shiny."
Her voice dropped to a snarl no one could hear. "I know you've got your eyes on Allen too. Just flex your boobs and ride the charm wave, huh? What a—"
