Chapter 813

Fortunately, Shirley wasn’t falling for it anymore. “Mind your own business.”

The two girls exchanged a look. “We’re just looking out for you. Who knows what Claire’s real agenda is.”

“Then again…”

Amelia trailed off intentionally, letting the silence hang.

Shirley, unable to hold back, bit the bait. “Then again what?”

Amelia covered her mouth, giggling. “Your family is bankrupt now, so it’s not like she can actually use you for anything.”

The implication was clear: they were both at rock bottom now, which explained why they were suddenly friends.

“I don’t need anything from her, and neither do you. We’re all in the same boat,” Claire said flatly, having no desire to engage with them.

But they just wouldn’t leave it alone.

Amelia was taken aback by Claire’s unyielding attitude.

“I was talking to Shirley. Who asked you to butt in?” Amelia sneered. “Claire, just because you got top test scores in Apex doesn’t make you royalty.”

She eyed Claire up and down. “Let me give you a reality check. No matter how good your grades are, you’ll still end up working for capitalists like us after you graduate.”

“If you kiss up to me now, I might even convince my dad to save a desk for you at his company.”

“It would save you the trouble of begging for a job.”

What an arrogant boast!

Claire almost burst out laughing.

Shirley opened her mouth to fire back, but Claire held up a hand to stop her.

She looked directly at Amelia. “Which hospital does your family own?”

“What are you talking about? My family runs a manufacturing plant,” Amelia retorted, suspecting an insult but missing the punchline.

“Oh, my apologies,” Claire said with a serene smile. “I’m a pre-med student. I’ll be working in medicine, so I’m afraid your factory won’t really align with my career path.”

Her smile was razor-sharp.

Amelia had been so eager to put Claire in her place that she hadn’t even bothered to find out her major.

“Medicine?” Amelia was stunned.

A highly specialized field like medicine had absolutely nothing to do with her family’s industrial business.

But she refused to believe Claire was actually pursuing it.

Med school was brutal. Claire had been raised in the luxury of the James family-could a pampered girl like her really, trandle the grind?

It was practically a universal joke that convincing someone to go to med school was

a form of cruel and unusual punishment.

Not to mention the risks involved these days, dealing with unhinged patients and their aggressive families.

One wrong move, and a doctor’s career could be destroyed.

Amelia simply couldn’t wrap her head around Claire’s choice.

Seeing her speechless, Claire added, “Or, maybe you could convince your parents

to open a hospital before I graduate?”

“A well-run private clinic is highly profitable.”

“Though, running a hospital isn’t like running a factory. You actually have to have a conscience.”

Amelia’s face darkened. “What the hell does that mean?”

She was making it sound like her family’s factory was a shady operation!

Claire merely looked at her, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Shirley had mentioned earlier that Amelia’s family ran a canned food

business wheret

supposed to be paramount.

were

Yet Amelia refused to eat her own family’s products—the implication was obvious.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. Weren’t you the one offering me a job?” Claire stared

at her coldly.

Realizing she was outmatched,

Amelia stomped her. “Ugh fine

That’s what get for try for trying to be

I’ll just mind my own business!”

Whether out of fear of exposing her family’s questionable business practices or

sheer embarrassment, she finally shut her mouth.

Claire shifted her gaze to Beatrice, clearly ready to reload.

Alarm bells went off in Beatrice’s head. Claire was ruthless, and Beatrice had no desire to get publicly shredded next.