"What kind of joke is this? Don't think I don't know—the Irvine family's company went bust ages ago. Lucinda Irvine is finished, too. With your meager background, you dare to brag?" Linda's eyes were full of scorn. "Honestly, even if the Irvine family hadn't gone bankrupt, your family's business is nothing more than a joke to the elite society."
Astrid listened to Linda's snide remarks and chuckled softly. "Linda, you seem to think you're part of the high society. So let me ask you this: can your so-called elite circle hire a chef who caters to presidents? Or have a custom watch designed for leaders?"
"You..." Linda recalled seeing Astrid wearing that watch on a live stream. She fell silent.
She had thought Astrid's watch was a knock-off, even called the manufacturer to check. To her shock, they confirmed that Astrid’s watch was indeed a gift from their company. It wasn't even purchased—it was given freely!
That watch was exclusive, designed for world leaders! How did Astrid, of all people, warrant such a gift?
The more Linda thought about it, the more it infuriated her. She had grown up with a silver spoon, always feeling superior. Yet, when she offered ten times the price for a leader's watch, they coldly told her, "Not for sale."
Increasingly frustrated, Linda stopped her banter with Astrid.
Astrid, meanwhile, was worried about Selena. As she walked, she tried calling Selena, but couldn't get through.
Soon, Linda led Astrid into a karaoke lounge.
As soon as Astrid stepped in, she drew attention from the crowd. "Astar! Astar!"
"I knew Astar was filming nearby, but I didn't expect to run into her!"
"Astrid is stunning... Even without makeup, her skin is flawless. Who's that next to her? Her assistant?"
"Wow, I have to post this on social media!"
A group of people gathered around Astrid, snapping photos while she smiled and greeted them.
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