Sophia was thirty years old. She used to think she should be a calm lady when she grew up. It was vulgar if she took compliments seriously.
However, at the age of thirty, neither was she as unique as she had expected, nor could she face her age calmly.
Because everything she had now was at stake.
When she was a teenager, she was arrogant and complacent and didn't figure things out.
When she was thirty, she wanted to firmly grasp everything around her, both connections and men.
However, she couldn't remain calm as she worried about losing something.
It was Jessica who irritated her.
She had been jealous of Jessica since childhood. Jessica was protected by Carl. Carl's friends also treated Jessica well because of him. Thanks to her character, Jessica was quite popular in the show business industry.
Sophia was an outcast. If she walked away from this circle, no one would remember her.
Sophia smiled gently and whispered, "Jessica, do you think you will never grow old?"
"Even if I have wrinkles on my face, I would be the most beautiful senior lady. I would never be a disgusting and sharp-tongued woman, just like you." Jessica looked at Sophia with a faint smile. She was calm and fearless.
Carl stood behind Jessica not far away, looking around. He didn't look at them deliberately.
Although they were whispering, Carl knew what they were talking about.
Jessica and Sophia had never gotten well along. Carl was pleased when he saw Jessica embracing Sophia just now.
Carl was upset when Jessica told him that they should tell others they had met by chance in the parking lot. However, he felt much relaxed now.
Jessica cared about him.
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