บททั้งหมดของ Oops, My Sugar Baby is Alpha: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Aria bit her lip, feeling both distressed and helpless. The price remained at 200,000, and faint whispers were heard around. "Can't even afford 200,000, such a poor look." "Poverty isn't her fault, but parading it around is just annoying." ... Aria's face turned pale, her emotions becoming increasingly agitated. Watching her, Isabella sighed in resignation. "Words come from others; don't mind them." Initially, when she was mocked for being raped by a stranger, the comments were far more hurtful than these. If she had taken it to heart, she'd have been devastated. However, Aria's pride was too strong, lacking Isabella's good mindset, and with Emily adding fuel to the fire. "Words can be dreadful. Losing face at the auction means never being able to hold your head up high in these circles again. Forget about marrying into prestigious families." "Enough!" Isabella interrupted, slightly annoyed. Truly, she was just enjoying the show, adding fuel to the fire instead of trying to

"Aria, now is not the time to be stubborn. I heard from your uncle that Mrs. Hannah wants to use this art exhibition to find a wife for the eldest grandson of the Turner family. It doesn't matter if she likes you or not, as long as his grandson likes you," Mrs. Ada's aged hands held her granddaughter's face. "Turner family is one of the four major families. He've seen many beauties; how could they possibly like me?" Aria said dejectedly, still looking listless. Without another word, Mrs. Ada directly pressed her in front of the dressing table, "It's just a mishap at the auction, why do you lack confidence? Look at you, so beautiful; you're naturally meant for a wealthy family." Aria pursed her lips, looking at herself in the mirror. Her appearance was considered fair, but there was still a gap between her and Isabella and Emily. She sighed subconsciously, not due to a lack of confidence but because her cousins made her feel inferior. "Will Emily and Isabella also go to the art e

Emily, who was exposed, turned pale, her lips trembling slightly. Her eyes, which seemed like they wanted to cry but couldn't, were filled with tears. What was originally a carefully planned beautiful encounter, in the eyes of the other person, turned out to be nothing more than a ridiculous farce, with her as the clown. Henry crossed his arms, his eagle-like eyes sharp and looking down at Emily. "Are you Emily? I've heard about you. You've been with two men, the first was the son of a real estate tycoon. Because he had a drug history, he was forced to break up, and you even went to the extent of aborting the child. The second was the heir of the Brown family; when their family just lost power, you abruptly broke off the engagement without any hesitation. They say a harlot has no feelings, and an actress has no righteousness. Emily, which category do you belong to?" Henry's voice was indifferent, almost contemptuous. Emily's meticulously done makeup couldn't hide the paleness th

Day 2Isabella and Olivia were on their way to the club.Although the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry were somewhat exaggerated, female celebrities and investors often couldn't avoid contact. Once in good terms, being taken care of was not uncommon.As they rode in the car, Isabella kept a cold expression, making Olivia sigh."Can you not act like a child? If you really don't like it, just go in, handle it reluctantly, then find an excuse to leave," Olivia said.Isabella kept looking out of the window, remaining silent.Olivia, feeling increasingly helpless, continued, "It's customary for female stars to accompany investors for meals in the industry, usually arranged by the company. I've made excuses for you many times before, but this time, you have to come. Many of the films you've acted in were funded by these people. In other words, they are your patrons."Olivia was similarly averse to this situation, but one had to accept reality; being excessively proud would only

Andrew's fingertips went empty, lifting his gaze calmly back to her. He concealed his emotions deeply, his face remained composed as he also extended his hand. At this moment, Isabella's neck flushed again, just like the last time he bit her neck, and her body inexplicably softened. She took a deep breath, steadying her pounding heart. He seemed to sense her unease, his gaze appraising her expression, his eyes focused and... intense? She found it odd that he seemed to capture her emotional changes every time. Isabella turned her head away, avoiding eye contact. However, his palm landed on Isabella's thigh, a few slightly cool long fingers even slipping under her skirt. Isabella's eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening; his touch made her body even hotter. She glared at him warningly, taking a slight deep breath to avoid any embarrassing actions. Isabella wore a pure white knee-length skirt today, with a few red wine splatters resembling red plum blossoms on the skirt. Ignoring he