Suppressing her shock, Mandy stiffly settled into her seat and buckled her seatbelt, glancing involuntarily at the side mirror. Although she didn’t see everything, it was clear that Mirabella had gotten into the car.
Mandy felt dazed as if none of this could possibly be real. After all, the Davis family lived in that run–down neighborhood. They couldn’t afford such a car even if they sold their house. So this must’ve been a stunt, right? Did the Davis family rent the car just to show off at the school?
If that was the case, how utterly vain!
As the car in the rearview mirror drove away, Mandy snapped back to reality and sarcastically shook her head, then told the butler, “Let’s go.”
The butler glanced at Mandy and then asked, “Aren’t we waiting for Miss Summer?”
At the mention of Summer, Mandy’s thoughts turned to the unjust treatment she’d received from Morgan, and she replied coldly, “She didn’t even go to school today.”
The butler was taken aback. “Oh? If she’s not at school, where could she be? Should we call and check?”
Rubbing her temples from the headache, Mandy said firmly, “No need. She’s a grown woman; she doesn’t need someone watching over her all the time. Just drive, we’re going home.”
With that, the butler said no more and started the engine. Soon, the car left the school behind.
After an embarrassing audio recording that had leaked online, Summer really did feel too ashamed to go to school and had asked her homeroom teacher for the day off.
She returned to the talent agency and was met with sneers and derisive glances from the other artists. Their looks conveyed mockery, and her carefully cultivated image of gentleness and kindness was on the brink of collapse.