"I thought we were friends already, or do you think what I just said to Lornell was a joke?" Harley looked at Calvert, who was hanging his head in front of him.
Even though Calvert was seen as a confident and charismatic model in the eyes of others, he always seemed to carry a sense of inferiority when he was in front of Harley.
Calvert was somewhat at a loss: "I..."
"If you think we're not friends, then what makes you believe that once you become a famous model, you can be my friend?" Harley took a step closer to Calvert and said.
"What?" He was taken aback, his beautiful eyes meeting Harley's stunning ones.
"In this circle, there are many top models who want to be my friends. Besides, there are many popular stars, famous directors, and producers who want to befriend me, because I am Harley." She was the heiress of the Hart family, and she was very clear about this.
Those people didn't want to be friends with her because they liked her or thought she was great. They were purely interested in gaining more benefits from her.
"So, do you want to be my friend just because I'm Harley because I'm the daughter of the Hart family?" she asked.
Calvert stared blankly at the person in front of him. He had a hunch that this question was about his future. If he didn't answer it well, she might never stand so close to him again.
"I hope we can become friends because you're different from all the rich people I've met before, you..." He paused as if gathering the courage to say, "You don't look down on me with a superior gaze, instead, you look at me with an equal eye."
Harley chuckled. She knew that her own glow wasn't due to her abilities or talents. It was simply because of the aura of the Hart family. Without that, she was just an ordinary person.
"Then we're friends," Harley said, "But I hope you're being honest today. Never approach me with ulterior motives."
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