Gia's gaze turned cold as she lifted her eyes to look at Lina. The once gentle and friendly demeanor was nowhere to be found. Perhaps Gia had never been soft-hearted; she had simply treated Lina differently because they were friends.
Standing beside Lina, Zuko stared at Gia with eyes that seemed capable of piercing her heart at any moment. Gathering herself, Gia feigned calmness and smirked at them.
Gia locked her gaze with Zuko for a moment, and a spark of jealousy ignited within her once again.
Why did Lina deserve all the good things? Even though Lina was no longer Pamela Thompson, she had effortlessly won the heart of the Hamertons' first grandson.
The world was inherently unfair. A beggar wouldn't be jealous of a billionaire, but Gia despised the beggar who managed to beg more money than she did.
While she also harbored resentment toward the second-generation rich like Violet, her hatred for Lina ran deep.
Zuko's eyes grew intense, and within seconds, they silently conveyed their thoughts to each other. He lowered his head and focused on Lina's hand holding his. Quietly, he withdrew his hand and firmly grasped her frail shoulders.
"Go upstairs, Lina," he said softly. "I'll bring you some supper."
Lina was taken aback but understood his intention. Perhaps Zuko didn't want Gia to see them going upstairs together. He didn't want her to win. After all, it was against the law for them to share a hotel room in Southeast Aciatic.
"Alright," Lina agreed, giving him a smile before entering the hotel.
Gia didn't follow Lina. Zuko knew that he was her target now.
Zuko spoke coldly. "Now that she's gone say whatever you have to say."
Gia leaned against the wall, crossing her arms, and glanced at him with a sly smirk. "Mr. Zuko, how long do you think you can keep your identity hidden?"
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