Too Late to Regret，The Boy Who Broke My Heart

Gemma Taylor, the scholarship girl from our class, sneered at me from across the lawn.

"Chloe, how can you just lounge around at home like this? You used to be so ambitious. Don't tell me you've turned into a spoiled nepo baby living off your parents."

I set my book down and smiled serenely.

"What's wrong with that? Even if I spent ten lifetimes blowing through my family’s fortune, I wouldn’t put a dent in it. Oh, by the way... that Van Cleef bracelet on your wrist—Julian gave it to you, right? It cost a fortune. Be careful not to scuff it."

Gemma’s face instantly flushed bright red.