In the distance, people from Georgia Thorne's company saw her get into a luxury car and couldn't help but feel envious. "She just gets back to the country and already has a luxury car picking her up. I'm so jealous! I wonder which rich and powerful man it is this time!"
Michelle Shields glanced over and snorted in disdain.
'What's the use of being a gold digger? Sooner or a later, you just get kicked to the curb!'
Meanwhile, Georgia Thorne got into the car, her expression tense.
Nancy Hughes glanced at Georgia in the rearview mirror and chuckled. "This isn't my car. It's a friend's."
Georgia grunted in acknowledgment. "Let's just go back. I'm a bit tired!"
Nancy felt a little vexed. She had originally planned to take a taxi, but *he* had insisted she drive this car over.
Driving nervously, Nancy stomped on the gas too hard, and Georgia's body was thrown back against her seat.
