I spotted a post on a ski forum calling her a homewrecker, but it was quickly deleted. Had I not glanced at the forum out of exhaustion during training, I might have missed it entirely.
Speaking of the devil, Daisy swaggered into the training facility, slapping a stack of cash in front of me. Seeing my raised eyebrows but no response, she sneered, "That phone was a gift, right?"
Upon receiving my confirmation, she visibly relaxed. She sat down with a twist of her waist, "I knew it. Someone who works as hard as you couldn't possibly come from a wealthy family. Now that your competition has failed and your chance to go abroad is gone, why don't you give me your recommendation spot?" she continued. "How about you introduce me to the wealthy person who's been supporting you? Once I finish my
