The comments below couldn't be more foul.
Ghania Quinlan relished those pointing fingers and nosy comments, her mood lifted, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
Just then, Kelly Giovanni sent her a new message.
[Ghania, I heard you're going abroad to study at a music college overseas, congratulations. I'm so jealous, I wish you all the best in becoming the greatest pianist!]
Ghania Quinlan's eyes fell on the last three words of the text message and she snorted in derision.
A pianist?
Ha, her future was to be above others!
A pianist was not her dream!
The piano was merely a tool for her to climb higher.
She turned off the phone, about to put it back into her bag.
Suddenly, the body of the car shook violently, and Ghania Quinlan, caught off guard, leaned forward and almost hit the seat in front of her.
Her forehead didn't hit, but her arm was fiercely bumped by Ivy Wilmar next to her, turning her face pale with pain as she sharply inhaled a breath.