Is It Julian Sterling or Not

Claire Bennett gave the woman who spoke a bland glance.

The way she was acting like a lapdog was as if she'd be able to ride in it herself. To flatter Willow Lane, she really would stop at nothing.

With the mindset of not stooping to argue with a bootlicker, Claire Bennett said nothing.

But her silence only gave the woman even more room to perform, and she also felt like she'd finally let out some of the anger from earlier, when Claire Bennett had kept her down.

She turned to the others, covering her mouth as she snickered, while showing Claire Bennett a disdainful smile.

In the blink of an eye, that top-tier luxury car slowly drove up in front of the Sterling International building.

Just as the car had barely come to a steady stop, a domestic compact car worth a little over a hundred thousand followed close behind and suddenly appeared.

The two cars stopped one after the other together. Judging by appearance alone, the price gap of dozens of times over created a stark contrast between them.

Suddenly, someone pointed outside. "Oh wow, look! Isn't that Claire Bennett's boyfriend's car? I've seen her get picked up by that car once."

"It really is!"

"Claire Bennett's boyfriend came to pick her up too?"

The woman who had just been driven mad by Claire Bennett immediately sneered, "Tsk tsk tsk, look at that poor, shabby thing. It's practically painful to look at. How is that anything like the ten-million-dollar luxury car Willow's boyfriend drives?"

The people beside her burst into another round of laughter when they heard that.

Claire Bennett was expressionless and didn't take those words to heart in the slightest, much less feel any emotional reaction.

So what if it was cheap?

Julian Sterling had earned the money and bought that car with his own ability. He didn't steal it or rob anyone, so did that really deserve their ridicule?

At that moment, someone said to Willow Lane, "Director Lane, President Sterling is here to pick you up. Why are you still standing there? Hurry over. Don't keep President Sterling waiting."

Compared with everyone else's excitement, Hazel Lewis, who was hiding in the back, seemed much colder.

Her brows knit slightly as she stared at the car in front of her.

It really was Julian Sterling's car, but was the person inside actually Julian Sterling?

Once the door opened in a moment, she would immediately take a look at who was inside and see whether it was Julian Sterling or not!

...

The rain outside was coming down harder and harder, and Willow Lane hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should walk out.

She actually wanted President Sterling to come over and pick her up.

But when she thought of President Sterling's status, if she got rejected in a moment, wouldn't that be terribly humiliating?

To avoid embarrassing herself, Willow Lane still ran out into the rain.

She walked up to the ten-million-dollar luxury car. The tint on the windows was extremely dark, and with the rain on top of that, it was impossible to tell who exactly was inside. She could only vaguely make out a figure moving in the driver's seat.

Willow Lane reached out to pull the door handle, but to her surprise, the door was locked tight.

Willow Lane's expression stiffened. She held a hand over her head to shield herself from the rain, then reached out and knocked on the window, saying softly, "Honey, you forgot to unlock the door."

After she said that, there was still no sign of the door opening, and the car remained quietly parked there.

Willow Lane had been standing out here in the rain for so long that she was nearly soaked through.

But if she turned around and went back into the Sterling International building now, she would definitely be laughed at, so she could only stand there and wait for President Sterling to open the door.

At that moment, the Nia employees in the back started looking at one another.

What was going on?

Why wasn't Willow Lane getting in the car yet? Why was she standing outside getting drenched?