"Hehe, Young Master Sinclair is really good to you." Nicole Oliver said with a fake smile, her hand on the table slowly clenching, unaware as her nails dug into her skin.
Olivia Lewis seemed oblivious to the insincerity of the other's smile, blinked her eyes intentionally and beamed radiantly with the face that Nicole most envied, nodding in agreement, "Yeah, my boyfriend and sugar daddy is quite good to me. Lucky me, what can I do, sometimes I even feel helpless that I can't find a space to shine."
Nicole was sure the other was deliberately provoking her. She took a deep breath, curled her lips into a smile, and replied to Olivia's piercing words, "Being lucky is good, being lucky all the time is even better." Just fear that good luck is only temporary, and misfortune follows, that would be miserable!
Just like Lena before.
Unlucky?
