Puzzled, Bettie inquired, “Why are you staring at me like that?"

“I worry you're taking this to heart."

Raising an eyebrow, Bettie responded, “Taking it to heart? Do you really think I'm that weak? Would I be upset over Elora and Lance?

You're giving them too much credit!"

Sabrina found herself at a loss for words.

Bettie was the one who had been shedding tears in the car earlier.

Yet, it appeared that sleep had wiped that memory clean.

Perhaps it was best she didn't remember.

Sabrina always preferred the bold and unapologetic side of Bettie.

“I'm glad you're not hung up on it, but.

“But what?"

“According to Elora's logic, if you truly wanted to overshadow her, you'd need a boyfriend who's not just superior to Lance, but one who could make him rue his choices. Ever thought about that?"

“ Sabrina said.

Bettie frowned and thought for a while. “But where am I going to find someone who's a step above Lance?"

Lance was their class valedictorian, an alumnus of the prestigious Mathias No.1 High School, and held top-tier university qualifications.

Rumor had it he'd been thriving overseas in recent times.

That success might have bolstered his confidence to return.

Plus, he was quite the looker.

The people who accomplished things Like him didn't look as good as he did.

And those who looked as dashing as him rarely matched his accomplishments.