Seeing Kieran and Eloise turning their backs and leaving, the surrounding socialites burst into laughter.
"It's funny," one of them said, "Freya danced her butt off out here and still couldn't compete with just the vibe Ms. Harwood puts off."
"I've been saying it all along. In Mr. Sutton's eyes, Ms. Harwood and Freya are worlds apart. Ms. Harwood's like a cloud in the sky, and Freya is just mud on the ground. It's only right Freya got treated this way!"
"Freya, pack up your little schemes and stop embarrassing yourself here!"
Their disdain and sarcasm towards Freya were unmistakable. But Freya couldn't care less. Her dance wasn't for Kieran anyway. What Kieran thought was none of her business.
However, she felt her real target had taken the bait. She noticed a figure descending the stairs from the second floor.
Freya deliberately approached the mocking group, feigning innocence. "Were you... talking about me just now?"
"Who else would we be talking about?" One of the socialites sneered, "Don't think we don't know. You only clung to Mr. Sutton by flaunting your... assets! Men get bored, you see. Look at Mr. Sutton now. Does he even care about you?"
Hearing the diss, Freya's eyes flicked over to Preston who was nearby.
She stepped closer to the mocking socialite, whispering so only they could hear, "Is that so? But I guess some people, even if they offered everything, still wouldn't get a second glance. With your, let's say, disproportionate figure... tsk. Even if you danced naked before Kieran, he wouldn't bat an eye."
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