Phoebe Lockwood bit her lip hard, the fires of jealousy nearly consuming her.
'No, I can't just stand by and watch that damn bitch steal the honor that belongs to me!'
She had to do something to fight back.
'Damn bitch, just you wait!'
「-」
After work, Claire Sinclair was feeling quite productive, so she stayed at the office to write her novel, figuring it was better than going home and not being in the right mood to write.
Phoebe Lockwood, for a change, didn't leave right after work either. She sat at her desk, idly scrolling through Weibo.
Every so often, she would sneak a glance at Claire Sinclair.
'Damn bitch, why hasn't she left yet?'
Writing a novel required getting into the zone. Claire Sinclair was completely immersed in the world of her story, totally unaware of Phoebe Lockwood's gaze.
She wrote 4,000 characters in an hour. Looking at the time, she saw it was almost 8 p.m. Time to go home.
