The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 813

Fortunately, Shirley wasn't falling for it anymore. "Mind your own business."

The two girls exchanged a look. "We're just looking out for you. Who knows what Claire's real agenda is."

"Then again..."

Amelia trailed off intentionally, letting the silence hang.

Shirley, unable to hold back, bit the bait. "Then again what?"

Amelia covered her mouth, giggling. "Your family is bankrupt now, so it's not like she can actually use you for anything."

The implication was clear: they were both at rock bottom now, which explained why they were suddenly friends.

"I don't need anything from her, and neither do you. We're all in the same boat," Claire said flatly, having no desire to engage with them.

But they just wouldn't leave it alone.

Amelia was taken aback by Claire's unyielding attitude.

"I was talking to Shirley. Who asked you to butt in?" Amelia sneered. "Claire, just because you got top test scores in Apex doesn't make you royalty."

She eyed Claire up and down. "Let me give you a reality check. No matter how good your grades are, you'll still end up working for capitalists like us after you graduate."

"If you kiss up to me now, I might even convince my dad to save a desk for you at his company."

"It would save you the trouble of begging for a job."

What an arrogant boast!

Claire almost burst out laughing.

Shirley opened her mouth to fire back, but Claire held up a hand to stop her.

She looked directly at Amelia. "Which hospital does your family own?"

"What are you talking about? My family runs a manufacturing plant," Amelia retorted, suspecting an insult but missing the punchline.

"Oh, my apologies," Claire said with a serene smile. "I'm a pre-med student. I'll be working in medicine, so I'm afraid your factory won't really align with my career path."

Her smile was razor-sharp.

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