Michelle was speechless.
Watching Bianca and her group act so stupidly, she didn't know what to say.
What rich sugar daddy?!
She had seen Dylan get out of a Bentley with her own eyes. They were a legitimate engaged couple!
There was no sugar daddy involved!
"Bianca, I think you're just jealous of Elena. Elena isn't like that at all! Her fiancé is incredibly wealthy. Stop spreading rumors!" Michelle snapped.
But how could one person argue against so many?
"Alright, Bianca, don't waste your breath on her. She's so obsessed with sucking up to Elena that she's delusional. She won't listen. Let's go!" a classmate next to Bianca urged.
Bianca shook her head and walked away with them.
Michelle stood there and stomped her foot. "I'm so pissed off!"
She immediately sent a voice message to Elena.
[Elena, I'm furious! After you left, Bianca and her friends came back. They were spouting nonsense about you being kept by some rich tycoon and claiming your fiancé is a delivery guy. It was disgusting. Next time, you should have your fiancé drive the Bentley right in front of them to blind them with the truth! Let them see if you're really a sugar baby or if your fiancé is a delivery driver. I really want to see them eat their words... Argh! I can't take it! So angry!]
However, after sending the message, she didn't get a reply.
Michelle calmed down and thought about it. They were probably on a date right now and busy.
Fine, she would go buy a smoothie to cool off!
***
"Elena, are you having fun? How does the electric scooter feel? Does it feel as fast as a motorcycle?" Dylan asked.
He looked just like a high-spirited teenager right now.
There wasn't a trace of the corporate Mr. Sinclair in him.
"It's alright," Elena replied indifferently.

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