Chapter: 1644

"I'm sorry. Am I being intrusive? You're Mr. Sullivan's date, aren't you? Maybe you haven't seen me before—"

"I know you," Rachel said flatly, interrupting her.

Libby's smile stiffened as her plan to flaunt her identity was stunned by Rachel's response.

"Oh, really? Good," she said awkwardly.

"You are Libby Moran, right?" Rachel asked.

"Yes," Libby replied with an air of smugness. She enjoyed being recognized in public and loved seeing the envious look from others whenever they discovered who she was, including Rachel.

After all, Libby was from one of the wealthiest families in town. What was not to envy, right?

Moreover, Rachel was a nobody. Unlike the other girls in the auction, who came from much wealthier families, Rachel paled in comparison to Libby. Of course, Libby wouldn't miss this chance to feed her ego and preen herself

"You know me, but I still don't know you." Libby flashed a malicious grin.

"Since you're here with Mr. Sullivan, I assume you are from a wealthy family too."

Rachel regarded her pointedly.

"My name is Shelia Davis."

"Shelia. Nice name! Though, I don't think I've heard of your family name before," Libby said, as though genuinely inquisitive.

The corner of Rachel's lips twitched. Although she usually wouldn't respond in such situations, it didn't mean she didn't know what Libby was trying to imply.

She was mocking her.

"I work in Sullivan Group," Rachel said stiffly.

"I see. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just assume you're..." Libby tried to explain but trailed off when she saw Rachel's expression.

Rachel asked her with a forced smile, “Then what did you mean? You assumed what?"

Libby's expression stiffened, not expecting Rachel's retort.

Her words were stuck in her throat, and she felt stupid for not knowing what to say back.

Sensing someone was coming, Rachel dropped her smile and said pointedly,

"I'm done here, Miss Moran. If you'll excuse me."