Charis's tone left politeness far behind; it was pure demand, an order issued as if Yvette were handing over something owed to her-like the bed was already hers.

But Yvette didn't mind at all, still smiling brightly. "Of course, Miss Gonzales. Right away. Please, have a seat and rest. I'll get my things cleared out, and then I'll help you get settled."

In Yvette's mind, Charis was a Gonzales, after all.

It was perfectly normal for a high-class lady to have a bit of a temper.

To be her roommate and do something for her was a blessing she must have earned in a past life.

How could she possibly be upset with Charis?

Nicolette, quick on the uptake, immediately chimed in. "Miss Gonzales, I can help you with your things."

"Go on, then," Charis said, nodding as if bestowing a great favor.

Nicolette and Yvette didn't just move Charis's belongings; they also poured her

water and fanned her, acting less like roommates and more like her personal maids.

Finally, with Nicolette and Yvette's fawning, Charis felt that familiar sense of superiority.

Commoners like them were meant to serve her.

Thanks to their efforts, Charis's bed was quickly made up.

Charis pulled two outdated pieces of jewelry from her purse. "Thank you for your help today. These are for you, a little welcome gift."

Nicolette accepted the bracelet with both hands. "I recognize this brand! It costs several thousand, and it holds its value really well. Thank you, Miss Gonzales!"

Yvette was just as thrilled. She knew she had backed the right horse. "Thank you, Miss Gonzales!"

"This is nothing," Charis said with a laugh. "My family is loaded. The birthday gifts I give my friends usually start in the four-figure range. Stick with me, you two, and you'll have plenty of good days ahead of you."

As she spoke, she shot a glance at Caitlin.

She didn't need to guess to know that Caitlin must be regretting her decision now.

Not only had Caitlin missed out on two hundred thousand dollars, but she had also lost the chance to be friends with her.

What was this called? Shooting yourself in the foot.

A small smirk played on Charis's lips.

Just wait. It wouldn't even take three days. Caitlin would surely come crawling to her, apologizing and trying to get on her good side.

Now that she'd seen how much Nicolette and Yvette had gained, how could she possibly resist?

She knew the mentality of these commoners all too well.

That evening, Elsa and Gertrude invited Caitlin to go out for dinner with the

en nemto get familet

à around Kingsward University.

Caitlin closed her laptop and looked at them. "How about we go out tomorrow for

lunch instead? My boyfriend is meeting me tonight."

Elsa was surprised. "Caitlin, you have a boyfriend?"

"Mhm," Caitlin nodded.

Caitlin was so beautiful that Elsa was incredibly curious about what kind of man she would date.

"What does your boyfriend do?" Elsa asked.

"Real estate," Caitlin replied.

Sylvester Group had numerous subsidiaries across various industries.

Real estate was just one of them.

So, technically, she wasn't lying.

Elsa continued, "He's a real estate agent?"

"Something like that," Caitlin confirmed.

"Pfft!" Yvette, overhearing the conversation, burst out laughing.

Caitlin had turned down two

hundred thousand dollars. She'd et

thought Caitlin must have some, incredible boyfriend. But it tumed out he was just a real estate agent.

Nearby, Charis's eyes were also filled with scorn.

"What are you laughing at? What's wrong with being a real estate agent? Do you have any idea how much a top salesperson at a real

estate firm makes in a year?" Elsa couldn't stand people like

ette

who were such shameless social climbers.