Sure enough, Serena's face darkened at my remark.
"Zachary, are you still hung up on her?"
Zachary's face went pale and he hurriedly tried to explain.
I had no interest in watching their little drama unfold, so I turned and walked away.
With rumors still swirling and too many people whispering about me on campus, I decided to move back home for a while.
Just as I finished packing, I heard the click of heels approaching. I turned around to see Serena standing there, arms crossed, looking smug.
"Sophia, what’s this? Found yourself another sugar daddy and getting ready to be someone’s side piece again?"
One of my roommates chimed in.
"I knew something was up when she came back to pack her stuff. Guess she’s lined up her next sugar daddy already. She’s not even worried about catching something."
I waved my hand dismissively.
"I was wondering where that sour smell was coming from in the dorm. Turns out it's you guys. Here, I’ve got a bottle of perfume—spray some so you don’t stink up the place."
Serena slammed her Hermès bag down, glaring at me.
"Sophia, don’t push your luck."
"Let me tell you something—we're about to get engaged. The engagement party will be at the most luxurious place in the city, the Grand Prestige Hotel."
"Don’t be too jealous. People like you will never be part of my world," Serena said, pulling out her phone and opening her photo gallery.
She showed me a picture of her and Zachary standing in front of a luxurious villa, posing closely together. Next to them was a woman dressed in elegant, high-society fashion.
Seeing Serena’s smug expression, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly inside.
"Oh? And why are you showing me this? Are you planning to invite Zachary's ex to witness your engagement party?"
The other roommates looked eagerly at Serena.
"Serena, we’ve never been in a high-society engagement party before! Take us with you—we’d love to see what it's like!"
Serena tossed her wavy hair with an exaggerated sigh, acting as if she were doing them a favor.
"Fine, I’ll take you bumpkins along to get a taste of the high life."
As soon as I left the dorm, I called my mom, who was on vacation abroad.
The villa in Serena’s photo was none other than my family’s ancestral home.
"Who’s looking after our old house right now?" I asked.