Hearing this, Nichole froze for a moment, but soon, her expression turned into one of grievance. "Sophie, what's wrong? Did I upset you? I'm sorry, I should have asked about your preferences before making this cake…"
Sophie casually picked up the bracelet on the table, its diamonds sparkling brilliantly, albeit with a few impurities that shouldn't have been there. "Forget the cake, I can't stand low-quality cream, but... the bracelet my brother gave me, you need to give it back."
"Low-quality cream?"
Hearing it was low-quality cream, the heiress by her side immediately frowned, as if she wished she could throw the cake into the trash at that moment.
They had been taught from a young age not to eat recklessly outside their homes.
A female classmate beside her questioned, "Aren't you from the Stork family?"
"I... I never said I was from the Stork family."
Nichole bit her lip, saying, "But... Sophie and I are good friends. Sophie, you said before, we will always be good friends!"
"Sophie, is she really your good friend? How can you be friends with someone like her?"
A classmate who was on better terms with Sophie voiced their doubts first.
Sophie had always been the class committee member with the best grades and a cheerful personality. Everyone in the class knew Sophie was the most distinguished lady in Devonport.
Most importantly, Sophie was the fiancée of the future head of Aldridge Global.
At first, people approached Sophie because of her status, but they were gradually drawn to her bright personality, becoming genuine friends.
No one knew where Nichole had sprung from, claiming to be Sophie’s friend.
A high schooler, making her way into their college class.
Her intentions were clear.
A female classmate stepped forward, coldly saying, "Give back the birthday gift Mr. Gordon gave to Sophie! That's not for you to touch!"
Nichole's face paled, and she immediately sought help from other male classmates in the room.
But one of them even went as far as to close the classroom door.
Twisting his wrist, he sneered, "Stealing from our class committee member, do you have a death wish?"
"I didn’t steal... I didn’t steal!"
Nichole was scared.
Meanwhile, Sophie casually sat at her desk, tearing up the fake bracelet in her hand.
"Either return the gift my brother gave me, or... pick up these rhinestones one by one and swallow them."
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