How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 9

After replying, Winifred put her phone down and lay wearily on her bed.

Karen’s words brought back more memories of her time at Pinecrest.

When she first arrived, she had tried to make friends and get along with her new classmates, but she was met with ridicule and contempt.

They looked down on her, mocked her clothes and her accent, and called her a “hick” and a “country bumpkin” behind her back. No one wanted to be her friend.

Once, she had picked up a book that Judith had dropped. Instead of thanking her, Judith had pulled out a wet wipe and scrubbed the cover, saying with disgust, “Ew, it’s been touched by her. So gross.”

Gradually, she became withdrawn and invisible in her class.

If it hadn’t been for becoming Yvan’s nominal girlfriend in the second half of the year, no one would have even remembered she existed.

And even if they did, it would only be as a joke.

Yvan, on the other hand, was her polar opposite.

He was the center of attention wherever he went, always associated with words like “golden boy,” “campus heartthrob,” “money,” and “power.”

That was why the news of their relationship had caused such an uproar.

Even Karen had asked her if Yvan had gone blind. With so many beautiful and popular girls to choose from, why had he picked her?

Winifred had once believed that Yvan was special, that he was the only one who saw the good in her.

But reality had dealt her a crushing blow.

“Yvan, you’re not that desperate, are you? How can you even kiss a girl that ugly?”

“Haha, it’s all the same with the lights off.”

“No, seriously, when you touch her hair, doesn’t it feel like you’re touching a guy’s head? Hahaha.”

Then came Yvan’s nonchalant voice, “It’s just for fun.”

…

Even after all these years, the memory still made her heart ache.

A nearby doctor chimed in, “She’s the hospital director’s daughter. You think she’s ever going to work a clinical shift?”

Cornelia was Director Johnson’s daughter. She had a nursing degree but had never worked a single day as a nurse. Upon graduation, she was given a senior position in the Infection Control Department.

Stella pouted and sighed. “Some people are just born lucky. The rest of us without connections just have to work like dogs on the front lines.”

Winifred rushed through her work and finally managed to finish the report just before the end of her shift.

With five minutes to spare and no more patients, Winifred told Stella she was stepping out and took the report to the Infection Control Department.

On the way, Cornelia called her again. “Just leave it on my desk. I had to step out for something.”

So it could have waited after all. But Cornelia had insisted she finish it before the end of the day.

Winifred suppressed her annoyance, went to the department, and dropped off the report.

As she was coming down to the ground floor, she saw Cornelia standing by the side of the road, her makeup flawless, dressed head to toe in designer brands, looking like she was waiting for someone.

Just then, a flashy Ferrari pulled up, and the window rolled down. Winifred saw a face she would recognize even if it were reduced to ash.