A van stopped by the roadside, just in time to see the rolling footage playing on the big screen at the mall. The woman sitting in the back seat twisted her pretty face with jealousy and snorted coldly, saying with envy, "It's always Baron Lawrence and Lyle Westbrook. Humph, she wouldn't have so many people chasing her if she weren't Miss of the Habsden Family, being plain-looking and all."
The driver, who moonlights as her temporary manager, silently refutes in his heart that when Young Master Lawrence was pursuing her, Enna Clark was not a First Young Lady of the Habsden Family but merely an illegitimate daughter in Linton City.
Miranda Lewis knew this too, but she couldn't control the jealousy burning inside her, her eyes blazing with fire, wishing she were the person on the big screen.
If only she also had an extraordinary diamond man pursuing her, how could she have ended up like this?
