'Serena Hughes wouldn't be saying these things to her for no reason.'
"I don't want to make a deal with you. I'm Fiona Sinclair's granddaughter. The Sinclair Family will give me anything I want. I don't need to ask someone like you, who has nothing, for a trade." Serena Hughes's tone was filled with arrogance.
Fiona Sinclair was the head of the Sinclair Family, and Serena was her only granddaughter, making her the family's sole heir.
The entire Sinclair Family would be hers one day. She really didn't need anything from Cecilia Nathan.
"Cecilia, do you still love Hugo?"
Serena Hughes asked tentatively, her face full of gossipy intrigue.
Cecilia Nathan smiled faintly. "Serena Hughes, what else do you know? You might as well tell me everything."
"Cecilia, if you still like Hugo, then you should stop pestering Mr. Hawthorne. What you're doing is irresponsible to him, and it's hurting him." Though Serena Hughes's words sounded like advice, they were dripping with schadenfreude.
