Sheila's hand trembled slightly as she clutched her wine glass, glaring hatefully at Amanda. But she didn’t dare to make a move—Benjamin’s sudden shift in attitude toward Amanda was no secret. He even dined with her, and only ate the food she cooked.
Her dreams had already been crushed. If she got kicked out of the Schmidt family as well, she’d be left with nothing.
“Don’t get too full of yourself, Amanda. I won’t let you win,” Miranda warned with a fake smile.
Amanda stood up gracefully, looked at her, and replied calmly, “Miss Lowe, I’ve already won.”
Miranda’s breath caught. She glared at Amanda in frustration. Had she really lost?
She had used every tactic she could think of to seduce Benjamin, but he had always remained indifferent.
Amanda, with a slight smirk, said, “Miss Lowe,
