I spotted a post on the skiing forum calling her a mistress, but it got deleted fast.
If I hadn't been tired from training and glanced at the forum, I probably wouldn't have seen it.
Speak of the devil.
Julia strutted into the training hall like she owned the place, slapping a wad of cash down in front of me.
Seeing me only raise an eyebrow, she sneered, "That phone was given to you by someone else, wasn't it?"
"When I confirmed it, Julia visibly relaxed.
She sat down, swaying her hips.
"I knew it. With how desperately you're trying, there's no way you could be from a rich family."
"Now that you've lost the competition and have no chance of going abroad, why don't you give me the recommendation spot?"
"Tell you what, introduce me to the rich guy who's keeping you. I'll definitely
