Chapter 462

Chapter 462:
Stella raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear that name again. “Where’s she off to?” After getting disciplined, Cecelia had been pushed all the way down to janitorial duties. There was no telling if she’d ever get a chance to move up again. So in a way, leaving the institute might be her best move.
Sandra leaned in like she was sharing some juicy secret. “Word is, she’s getting into acting. A producer spotted her and said she’s perfect for that cold, aloof leading lady type. But honestly, I heard she met some rich guy at a party, and he’s the one bankrolling the whole film. Probably just throwing money around to impress her.”
Her tone wasn’t bitter—just plain unimpressed. She shrugged and added, “Seriously, in my opinion, she fits the role of the mean side character perfectly. It’s like it was made for her.”
That made Stella chuckle.
Truthfully, Stella didn’t care what Cecelia did anymore. Whether she stayed or left, it wouldn’t change a thing for her.
While they were chatting, Sandra nodded toward the entrance. “Ah, speak of the devil…”
Stella followed her line of sight and saw Cecelia walking in, wearing a long, flowy dress.
Since it was likely her last day, Cecelia had ditched the lab gear for something eye-catching, standing out in the cafeteria crowd.
Sandra scoffed as she picked at her food. “Now that she’s turning into an actress, she’s dressing like a full-blown peacock. It’s ridiculous,” she muttered.
Stella, too, didn’t bother looking again.
But moments later, a pair of heels came to a stop right in front of her.
“Stella.” Cecelia’s voice cut through. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gone from a promising researcher to a janitor. Now that I’m finally leaving, you must be feeling pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Stella looked up at Cecelia, her brows slightly knitted. “Your mistake has nothing to do with me.”
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Cecelia still didn’t think she’d done anything wrong. “What mistake? I just couldn’t stand watching you use connections to climb the ladder. You had William backing you, so you’re doing fine now. I admit I lost, fair and square.” In Cecelia’s mind, Stella had only won the last competition because William supported her. She, on the other hand, had no one on her side.
“But you know what? Thanks to you, I got punished, and that opened the door for me to act in a movie. Who knows, maybe I’ll blow up and earn in a day what you make in a year.”
Cecelia had heard Stella was desperate to make money lately and purposely said this to needle her.
Standing nearby, Sandra wasn’t having it. “Oh, please. You’re just leeching off men. What’s so great about selling yourself? And that movie? It’s low-budget. You’re not exactly rubbing shoulders with A-listers. What’s there to brag about?”
Cecelia snorted at her sharp tongue. “What do you know? Speaking of relying on men, isn’t Sylvia doing the same?”
Sandra rolled her eyes. She couldn’t be bothered to argue with someone so dense. “Stop talking rubbish. You’re the only one who won’t admit Sylvia’s the real deal. Keep living in your bubble.”
“You—!” Cecelia was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the comeback.
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