The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 813

Fortunately, Shirley wasn't falling for it anymore. "Mind your own business."

The two girls exchanged a look. "We're just looking out for you. Who knows what Claire's real agenda is."

"Then again..."

Amelia trailed off intentionally, letting the silence hang.

Shirley, unable to hold back, bit the bait. "Then again what?"

Amelia covered her mouth, giggling. "Your family is bankrupt now, so it's not like she can actually use you for anything."

The implication was clear: they were both at rock bottom now, which explained why they were suddenly friends.

"I don't need anything from her, and neither do you. We're all in the same boat," Claire said flatly, having no desire to engage with them.

But they just wouldn't leave it alone.

Amelia was taken aback by Claire's unyielding attitude.

"I was talking to Shirley. Who asked you to butt in?" Amelia sneered. "Claire, just because you got top test scores in Apex doesn't make you royalty."

She eyed Claire up and down. "Let me give you a reality check. No matter how good your grades are, you'll still end up working for capitalists like us after you graduate."

"If you kiss up to me now, I might even convince my dad to save a desk for you at his company."

"It would save you the trouble of begging for a job."

What an arrogant boast!

Claire almost burst out laughing.

Shirley opened her mouth to fire back, but Claire held up a hand to stop her.

She looked directly at Amelia. "Which hospital does your family own?"

"What are you talking about? My family runs a manufacturing plant," Amelia retorted, suspecting an insult but missing the punchline.

"Oh, my apologies," Claire said with a serene smile. "I'm a pre-med student. I'll be working in medicine, so I'm afraid your factory won't really align with my career path."

Her smile was razor-sharp.

Amelia's face darkened. "What the hell does that mean?"

She was making it sound like her family's factory was a shady operation!

Claire merely looked at her, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Shirley had mentioned earlier that Amelia's family ran a canned food business, where hygiene and safety were supposed to be paramount.

Yet Amelia refused to eat her own family's products—the implication was obvious.

"I didn't mean anything by it. Weren't you the one offering me a job?" Claire stared at her coldly.

Realizing she was outmatched, Amelia stomped her foot. "Ugh, fine! That's what I get for trying to be nice. I'll just mind my own business!"

Whether out of fear of exposing her family's questionable business practices or sheer embarrassment, she finally shut her mouth.

Claire shifted her gaze to Beatrice, clearly ready to reload.

Alarm bells went off in Beatrice's head. Claire was ruthless, and Beatrice had no desire to get publicly shredded next.