CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134 YOU’RE ON TOP OF HIM (2)

In the past, whenever Isla Hawskin raised such topics, Vera Wave would always join in the fun. Yet, this time, the moment she thought about herself and Kris Cooper tumbling on the bed, her face couldn’t help but start to burn.

"Isla, can you be more serious?"

"Oh, come off it! Wasn’t it you who used to discuss with me how best friends end up in bed?" Isla rolled her eyes at her. Noticing the blush on Vera’s face, Isla squinted slightly. "Vera, why is your face so red? Have you actually developed feelings for our prince charming?"

"I certainly have not!"

"What’s the big deal? You’re single, and he’s available!" As Isla spoke, she propped herself up and leaned closer to Vera’s ear. "You’re in the perfect position, girl. Just slip a little blue pill into his drink, and he’ll be all yours!"

"Oh, get lost!" Vera Wave shoved her away. "Aren’t you afraid he’ll love you and then leave you?"

"Ah!" Isla sighed. "You’ve got a point there. Honestly, rich men... not many of them are decent. Someone like this wealthy playboy is definitely out of our league. By the way, speaking of which, I’ve heard a lot of gossip lately. Our guy has quite a few admirers, you know. That Irene, the actress who’s gotten really popular recently? I heard she and our prince charming are quite close..."

Irene?

Vera Wave frowned slightly. "The one who acts in movies?"

"Yeah, that’s the one. I heard she and our prince charming have known each other for a long time..."

Irene’s real name was Irene Spencer; Irene was a nickname her fans had given her. She was an actress who had risen to prominence unexpectedly in the last couple of years.

She had delicate features and a good temperament, and she was quite dedicated to her acting. Vera Wave had actually quite liked her before.

Now, imagining Irene and Kris Cooper wrapped up together in bed, Vera Wave suddenly frowned, losing her appetite.

Isla Hawskin was enjoying her meal while dishing out gossip. She looked up and saw Vera Wave listlessly poking at the rice on her plate with a fork, completely lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?!"

"Oh!" Vera Wave snapped back to reality. "Nothing, I’m just full."

"You’ve eaten that little and you’re full? Are you trying to lose weight?!" Isla gestured with her chin towards Vera. "You’re all slender arms and legs. If you slim down any more, your chest will practically disappear! Look at Irene’s breasts. If you had a chest like hers, our prince charming would have fallen for you long ago. Come on, eat your chicken leg!"

Vera Wave picked up the chicken leg with her fork and began to eat it half-heartedly.

"Didn’t you say last time that hers were implants?"

"Men don’t care about that; they only care if they’re big!" Isla glanced at her watch. "No time, no time. I need to hurry up and finish eating so I can go upstairs. I still have a report I haven’t finished!"

For the remainder of the meal, Isla focused on eating quickly and didn’t chat much more.

After eating, the two of them went upstairs together. When Vera Wave pushed open the door to the CEO Office, she noticed an unfamiliar woman’s handbag on the sofa. Puzzled, she looked around, spotted a figure on the terrace, and immediately walked out.

On the terrace, a girl in a bright yellow spring outfit was bent over, sprinkling fish food into the pond.

Hearing footsteps, she straightened up and turned to look at Vera Wave.

The girl was about the same age as Vera Wave. Her face, pretty thanks to minor cosmetic surgery, was adorned with delicate, Korean-style makeup suitable for a young idol. She had a sweet, doll-like face.

Seeing Vera Wave, she looked her up and down with disdain and then questioned her haughtily.

"You’re Vera Wave?!"