Natalia clung onto Cornelia's hand, squeezing so hard it hurt. "Cornelia, is it because I had a thing with Marcus that you don't want to be friends with me anymore?"
Cornelia looked at Natalia, who seemed truly desperate to be her friend, but she couldn't be friends with someone whose values were so different from hers. "Natalia, we were never truly friends to begin with..."
"Natalia, from now on, I won't rope you into chasing after Marcus, and I won't mention him in front of you. Can we still be friends?" Natalia's voice was urgent, almost pleading.
Cornelia was softening, unsure of how to respond when a gentle voice came from behind, "Natalia, who are you chatting with?"
Natalia's face changed, and she quickly moved towards the source of the voice. "Mom, why are you here?"
The person was none other than Natalia's mother, Clair.
Cornelia turned around to see a woman in her forties, dressed head to toe in designer labels.
Clair gave Cornelia an arrogant glance before looking away, as if another look at Cornelia would dirty her eyes.
"Natalia, I've told you so many times, you're a Reese, you shouldn't make friends with just anyone. Why can't you listen?" She patted Natalia's head in a seemingly gentle manner, but her tone left no room for discussion.
"Mom, she's not just anyone. She's Marcus's assistant. She's with him every day and he values her a lot," Natalia defended.
Upon hearing that she was Marcus's assistant, Clair's attitude did a 180. "Then why didn't you introduce her to us earlier?"
"Natalia, I'm gonna head out," Cornelia said, turning to leave. She had no interest in arrogant people, and had no desire to be involved with them.
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