Loyal Girlfriend Gets Abandoned, Green Tea Gets the Crown Novel – During our company’s team-building camping trip, I met my boyfriend’s so-called “expert in identifying gold-diggers” female friend for the first time. Vivian Hayes gave me a fake smile when I tried to be friendly. “Oh, so you’re the kind of girl who knows how to work your way into his social circle.
A real pro, huh?” Zachary Westbrook, my boyfriend, with an annoyed expression, pulled her hand off his neck and sighed. “Don’t mind her; her professional instincts are kicking in.” I didn’t want to make a scene, so I stepped out to get some fresh air. But I overheard her remarks. “Wearing a dress, with manicured nails, just by the look of her, you can tell she’s not the serious type.” “And she drives a G-Wagon, carries a Hermes bag.
Where does she get all that money? Probably some sugar daddy.” “I’ve seen too many of these types in the PR department over the years. Every single one’s got something to hide.” “You’d better watch out, don’t end up the last to know you’re the rebound plan.” Hearing her brazenly trash my reputation like that, I let out a cold, incredulous laugh. What, rich men don’t give their own daughters money now? I picked up my phone and called my dad immediately.
“Let’s put the company takeover on hold,” I said calmly. “There’s something I need to do first. I’m going to the PR department to clean house.” *** When I walked back, everyone quickly changed the subject. Yet their probing stares and muffled snickers pressed against my back like knife points. Zachary glanced at me, his expression unreadable, shifting between tension and unease.
Vivian, as though nothing had happened, cheerfully waved at me. “Come, have a seat!” She said that, but her body was pressed so tightly against Zachary’s, there wasn’t even an inch between them. The group sat in a tight circle around the campfire, and there was no place left for me. “No thanks. That seat suits you better anyway,” I scoffed, grabbed my bag, and started walking away.
But Zachary grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. He shot me a look filled with suppressed anger. “What’s with the attitude toward Vivian?” My face darkened instantly. Earlier, Vivian had openly slandered me; he hadn’t uttered a word in my defense. Now, the second I clap back with a little sarcasm, he was in a rush to defend her?