"By the way, what's your relationship with Jeffrey? Why don't you share it with us and satisfy our curiosity?" Ophelia asked.
Rachel smiled faintly and replied, "That's a personal matter, and I don't think it's appropriate to discuss."
As soon as she said that, the expressions of the three women shifted.
Paige, the daughter of the convenience store chain's chairman, immediately sneered, "That's not a very nice thing to say. Are you hiding something that makes you too scared to talk?"
Rachel's face darkened. Here it comes… She had tried to avoid this, but there was no escaping it.
Isabel, the granddaughter of a hotel owner, studied Rachel with narrowed eyes, her brows furrowed as if deep in thought.
Paige continued to press, "Could it be that you used some underhanded means to get close to Jeffrey?"
Rachel pursed her lips. "Sorry, I think I have something to attend to. I need to leave." She turned to walk away.
Clearly, these three women were looking for trouble.
