Giselle's piercing cry reverberated through the space, her emotions in turmoil.
I gazed at her dispassionately and inquired, "By all means, place the call. I'm curious to learn the identity of this 'closest companion' you speak of."
My statement left her astonished. In her heart, she was aware that she had no real connection to the Adams family heiress. She wasn't even acquainted with my name. Giselle had merely presumed that by joining this company, she would naturally become close friends with the Adams family heiress. This unfounded self-assurance had fed her pompous behavior.
"Giselle," I uttered with an icy demeanor, "I wasn't aware we shared such an intimate friendship."
Her expression froze in disbelief as she turned to face me.
"Cherry, what do you mean?" Steven, who was nearby, appeared equally bewildered. "Aren't you from a distant rural area?"