Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 103: High Society

Donald couldn’t believe his eyes.

His brother’s face was a deep passionate red, yet his eyes were cold and detached as if the emotions visible on his outward skin were something he hated deeply.

He’d seen Anne before she’d run away.

Her eyes were teary, her cheeks deeply red and her lips...

They looked spent and swollen.

Did his brother really...?

Donald didn’t understand what he felt at that moment. He frowned subtly, knowing his brother wouldn’t talk even if he asked, he slowly turned around and retreated from the balcony.

.....

Anne gripped the edge of the sink within the ladies room.

Despite being here for a minute, her heart still hadn’t calmed down.

It thumped rapidly as if it would burst right out of her chest. Yet this feeling was one she’d felt before.

Her lips were still warm, they stung slightly, despite taking in several breaths, she still couldn’t calm the chaos in her mind and body.

In the end she began to pace back and forth.

"It’s not him, it can’t be him." She told herself.

Yet the taste of their lips was exactly the same.

The smoothness with which his tongue brushed hers was exactly the same as that person’s.

Till now she had always suppressed her suspicion, but no matter how much she tried to press it down this time she just couldn’t convince herself that these two people she found so similar were completely different people.

Why would it be Andrew Sterling? She had thought about it repeatedly and still got the same answer.

But right now her mind and heart were at war, her mind thought about it logically saying Andrew Sterling couldn’t be the masked person.

He absolutely couldn’t be!

But...why had he kissed her earlier?

The thought still made her heart race and the recollection of how expertly his lips had taken hers made her breath almost come to a stop.

Perhaps it was just a moment of misjudgment on his part.

Looking at her own reflection, she didn’t look like herself. The hair, the outfit made her stand out in a way she hadn’t before.

Perhaps he’d forgotten for a single moment that it was her, and had kissed her then looked mad afterwards.

But the words her heart was saying was different, absolutely different.

Her heart felt that it was him.

That the masked person was Andrew Sterling. And this time, she couldn’t convince her heart otherwise no matter what she thought.

.....

"That girl, turns out she was no one special. She’s just some worker at the Sterling Enterprises." A young woman with an exaggeratedly large bust said scornfully. The group of aristocratic young ladies next to her looked incredulous.

"Really? She isn’t from any well known family?" Someone asked.

"She isn’t, in fact I think her family are just some poor and helpless bunch downtown. She’s nothing special."

"I knew it, there was just something about her that smelled fishy to me. So she isn’t even up to our ranks but dared to dress so lavishly, what was she trying to do, take our spotlights?"

"I know right? I bet she came in here hoping to catch the gaze of some wealthy young master, she is hoping to climb the social ladder."

"If we allow just any trash climb up to be our equals, then our status in society will continue to diminish."

"I agree, these days there are many over ambitious bitches out there trying to become special, their ticket is always using beauty to trap wealth. It’s disgusting."

The large busted woman smirked, "Well, only if we let it happen. We’re the main characters of high society, we can’t let just anyone climb up the ranks and stand next to us."

Someone said worriedly, "She has the eyes of the Sterling sons, I don’t think we can do anything to her."

"Oh please, she works with the event planners, I’m pretty sure Andrew Sterling just took her away to discuss work. There are so many women who’ve failed to even share the same space with Andrew Sterling, do you really think he would allow just anyone to trap his heart? And don’t you all know that he hates gold diggers more than anything?"

"Trish is absolutely right, Andrew Sterling wouldn’t fall for an ordinary woman no matter how beautiful she is."

"But, what about the other Sterling sons?"

Trish laughed, "Don’t tell me you think Gabriel Sterling is seriously falling for her, we all know he just wants to get in her pants. As for Donald Sterling, he’s just intrigued by her looks, not to mention he’s really young and probably just wants to have fun."

"Right. She’s beautiful enough to attract the Sterling sons, we definitely can’t let her enter high society with that face."

"If you girls are ready to kick away her chance of ever succeeding in her plans, then I have a really good idea."

The other ladies were convinced.

They spent hours and hours wondering which one of them the Sterling sons would end up marrying since in the end, noneof the Sterling sons would marry outside of high society, but now a beautiful vixen suddenly appears awakening their inner insecurities.

Beauty was something men chased like a life source, if that girl managed to get the power, she would be unstoppable and soon she would come to surpass each and every one of them.

They had all witnessed how smitten all the young masters in the ballroom had looked immediately that girl entered. But many of them didn’t dare to make a move only because of the fact that the Sterling sons had approached her first, and strangely enough one Sterling son had become two vying for the girl.

After this party, the guys would flock her like hungry bees, that was for sure.

Many of the aristocratic young ladies weren’t originally scheming, but the thought of a beautiful single, available young lady like that spelled bitter rivalry, it was best to uproot the shoot before it sprouted fully.

They huddled together to hear what Trish had to say. After which they all laughed at the idea and scattered into the ballroom.

When the first step of the goal which was to rile up the aristocratic ladies was completed, Trish looked on in satisfaction. Her gaze roamed the room until it landed on Clara after which she shared a smile with the other woman, a silent conversation passing through that single look.

Clara nodded back at her and looked away.

Her mood evidently improved and she grabbed a wine glass from one of the waiters passing by, sipping it as she concealed a smile of anticipation.