The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 142

The ground was blanketed in a shallow layer of pale pink petals, creating a breathtaking shower of flora.

As the girl jogged past, the breeze from her movement sent the petals swirling, weaving together into a picture-perfect scene.

Brushing past Lydia, Elena felt a heavy gaze land on her and instinctively glanced up.

Her eyes clashed perfectly with Lydia's.

A rare flicker of icy hostility cracked through Lydia's typically serene and elegant features.

Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip unconsciously, biting hard enough to drain the color away, leaving her mouth stark white.

Lowering her gaze, Elena noted Lydia's hand, still frozen mid-air, tightly gripping the corner of the love letter.

Elena understood instantly—Lydia had deliberately accepted the letter just to provoke Sterling.

Unfortunately for her, Sterling hadn't played along. He hadn't publicly intervened to stop Julian's confession, and worse... he had completely ignored her!

That twist hadn't just blindsided Lydia; it had genuinely surprised Elena as well.

But still...

Elena slowed her pace and flashed Lydia a subtle, brilliant smile.

At a daily rate of seventy-five thousand dollars, she couldn't just coast by. She had to put in the effort and assist the plot.

While she didn't know why Lydia kept rejecting Sterling time and time again, she knew one thing for certain—if you wanted a girl like Lydia to drop her guard and admit her feelings, you had to give her the terrifying illusion that she was losing him.

People only learned to cherish things once they felt the sting of loss.

If possible, she really hoped the hundredth confession would be Lydia confessing to the heir!

Sterling had laid his heart on the line ninety-nine times; he had groveled enough.

He was her cash cow, and in the unspoken war between him and Lydia, Elena was naturally going to take his side.

Meeting the girl's blinding, provocative smile, Lydia's fingers tightened violently around the letter, her knuckles turning stark white with tension.

How many times had it been now? How many times had this girl mocked, flaunted, and deliberately antagonized her?!

Did she expect her to get angry? To explode? To burn with jealousy?

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