"Don't underestimate her," Mira warned. "A woman born into an ordinary family who managed to join one of the city's most elite dynasties? And who keeps her husband on an absolute leash?
Even someone as terrifyingly sharp as Eleanor had to ultimately step out of her way.
Do you honestly think a woman like that is simple?"
Owen fell silent, pondering her words.
"I've seen it with my own eyes," Mira continued. "At the university, she's an aloof, untouchable professor. She plays the part of a refined academic perfectly.
She only pulls out the screeching tantrums when it's absolutely necessary to get her way.
I bet behind closed doors, she puts on an entirely different performance. The woman has a thousand different masks."
"Maybe, but for all her scheming, she's utterly blind to reality. She actually agreed to wed her daughter to trash like Lawrence!
As your relatives, we could have brought the Quinn family in on dozens of massive ventures.
But thanks to the endless meddling of Gwen and Seraphina, they've actively chosen to paint themselves as our enemies.
She was dealt a winning hand and blew it completely," Owen noted.
"It all boils down to deep-seated jealousy," Mira explained.
"When I first came around, they were actually quite decent to me. Seraphina and I got along fine.
But then, out of nowhere, she started taking these vicious, passive-aggressive shots at me.
Actually, it started when Eleanor wanted me to set Seraphina up with Harvey Rivers.
When Harvey politely shot the idea down, Seraphina directed all her humiliation at me.
That was the moment the cracks started forming."
"At the time, I was completely baffled by it," Mira admitted.
"But then I figured it out. It was because Eleanor favored me, and quite frankly, because I was outperforming Seraphina in every metric.
They were jealous. Both mother and daughter were drowning in it.
You've been attending university in Aethelgard for a whole year now. I've been counting the stars and praying to the moon for you to drop by.
We practically withered away waiting, but you never showed up!"
It went without saying that this was the branch manager.
This was Mira's first time stepping foot in this specific location.
She usually frequented the branch closer to her university and her home.
Amused by his sheer dramatic flair, Mira arched an eyebrow. "Why not just throw in a line about how my arrival brings endless fortune and golden showers to the hotel?"
Despite her billion-dollar status, she was still dressed in the simple, pastel dress she'd worn to the office.
She wasn't wearing a designer gown, nor was her hair styled into anything extravagant; it was simply pulled back into a casual ponytail. She looked exactly like a normal college student.
Stepping out of the car, she offered the young manager a warm smile.
"Boss, how did you know that was my very next line?" the manager laughed heartily. "Please, both of you, come right this way!"

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