Elena's voice was layered with contempt, but Naomi simply nodded indifferently, not showing any reaction. She also did not complain about her classmates in front of Elena. She handled the situation with poise and calm. "I understand, Elena. When I sent the message, I did it casually, not with ulterior motives. I just wanted to get in touch with them." Naomi smiled sweetly. "If I want to achieve results, I obviously need to rely on you."
Elena looked at Naomi, envious. She stared at her slender legs, her eyes full of jealousy, but also with a trace of longing. "Say, why didn't you say yes to the owner? Although he's a little on the old side, he's not that much older than you. You're 22, right? He's like only 20 years older than you. It's not like he's some wrinkled old man on his deathbed.
