Chapter 82 Looking Conspicuous

• Hearing this, the faces of Lillian and Spencer darkened. Lillian felt like she was being roasted over an open flame, the heat unbearable. Her hand, hanging limply at her side, suddenly clenched, her nails digging into her palm.
• That bitch, she had the audacity to insinuate things about her in front of the director.
• And the director, he always favored Brielle. Lillian regretted splurging on all those gifts for nothing. Was he blind? Couldn't he see that Brielle hadn't brought anything? And yet he still sided with her?