Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 39:

Susan widened her eyes, momentarily doubting her vision. Was that Giana? The very Giana who had told her she was too busy with work? But there she was, standing at the entrance of the hotel, mingling with a well-dressed crowd. And among them stood Jenna.

Susan didn’t know Jenna personally, but they had attended the same high school. Jenna was the true heiress of the Chapman family, and Susan had no intention of attending her recent welcome banquet. Yet here was Giana, who had claimed to have other plans, in Jenna’s circle.

Susan’s confusion grew, but she realized this was an opportunity to give Giana the gift Madisyn had prepared for her. Their interactions had become rare, and Susan didn’t know when she’d see her again.

“Could you please stop the car?” she asked the driver.

As Susan approached, she hesitated, unsure whether calling out to Giana would draw too much attention. Instead, she decided to dial her number. From a safe distance, Susan watched as Giana checked her phone, glanced at the screen, and then slipped it back into her purse without answering.

Disappointment flickered through Susan, but she decided to try again. She needed to hand over Madisyn’s gift.

Meanwhile, Jenna and her friends were engaged in light-hearted conversation.

“Jenna, I’m so jealous!” one of the girls gushed. “You wear Versace like it was designed just for you. And your jewelry— it must cost a fortune!”

Jenna brushed off the compliment with a graceful smile. “It’s nothing. My mom loves to spoil me with nice things. She even tried to get the limited-edition diamond necklace from Cavo, but it was already sold out.”

At the mention of the necklace, Giana’s expression flickered. She knew exactly which piece Jenna was talking about, and it was well out of her reach at 1.5 million dollars. The irony wasn’t lost on her—Jenna could buy such luxuries without a second thought.

Giana felt a twinge of bitterness. Madisyn and I have known each other for years, yet she’s never given me anything of value. Meanwhile, I’ve just become friends with Jenna, and I’ve already received more from her.

Across the street, Susan dialed Giana’s number again. This time, Giana picked up, her tone sharp with impatience. “What is it? I can’t talk right now!”

“I’m right behind you,” Susan said, trying to stay composed despite Giana’s curt tone.

Giana turned, surprised. “Susan? What are you doing here?”

“I just came from Madisyn’s welcome banquet,” Susan explained, forcing a smile. “She prepared a special gift for you, and I wanted to make sure you got it.”

“A gift?” Giana asked, her tone indifferent. She could already imagine it—something simple, likely not worth her time. What could Madisyn, the girl from the countryside, possibly have to offer?

Before Giana could respond, Jenna noticed Susan. “Hey, look! It’s Susan! What’s that she’s holding?”

Giana hesitated, feeling Jenna’s eyes on her. “It’s nothing,” she said dismissively. “Just a gift from Madisyn.”

Jenna’s interest piqued. “A gift from Madisyn? How thoughtful of her! You should open it. She must have put a lot of care into it.”

The other women snickered. “Oh, this should be good. Madisyn had a welcome banquet? That’s rich. I bet there’s nothing but some rustic knick-knacks in there.”

Jenna, always good at masking her condescension, smiled sweetly. “Still, it’s nice of her. Let’s see what she picked out for you. Maybe we’ll find some hidden gems from the countryside.”

Giana’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the women around her giggled. Feeling trapped, she grabbed the bag from Susan, her movements stiff. “Thanks. I’ll take it from here.”

“You can go now,” Giana added, not even looking at Susan.

Susan hesitated, feeling the sting of Giana’s coldness, but eventually nodded and turned to leave. As she walked away, Jenna’s voice reached her ears.

“Wait a minute, Giana,” Jenna said with a smirk. “We haven’t seen what Madisyn sent you. Let’s open it together. Who knows? Maybe there’s a surprise inside!”

Another woman chimed in. “Yes, let’s see! We could all use a good laugh.”

Giana’s frustration simmered as she opened the bag, bracing herself for the mocking comments from Jenna’s group. Madisyn, what were you thinking? She was about to be humiliated because of this gift.

With trembling fingers, Giana pulled out the first item. The women gathered closer, eager to see.

And then silence.

Out of the bag emerged an elegant Chanel perfume, followed by a chic designer handbag. The women’s snickering halted as Giana retrieved a set of premium skincare products. But what stopped them in their tracks was the sight of the necklace— the very limited-edition Cavo necklace Jenna had mentioned earlier, shimmering in Giana’s hands.

Jenna’s face froze.

The other women, who had been ready to mock Madisyn’s taste, now looked at Giana with wide eyes.

Giana stared at the necklace, her mind racing. How… how did Madisyn get this? She felt a mix of disbelief and shock. This necklace was more than just a gift—it was a statement.noveldrama

Jenna, unable to contain her jealousy, forced a smile. “Well… looks like Madisyn has better connections than we thought.”

The group fell into an awkward silence, their earlier laughter replaced by the uncomfortable realization that Madisyn was not the simple country girl they had imagined.

As Giana clutched the necklace, her face betrayed her emotions. The gift wasn’t just a symbol of Madisyn’s kindness—it was a reminder of the gap between them, and the bitter truth that Giana had underestimated her old friend.

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