Just then, Claire Sinclair walked in from outside. She had a somewhat detached expression and avoided eye contact, looking as if she wasn't in a good mood.
The moment they saw Claire Sinclair, surprised expressions flashed across everyone's faces, quickly replaced by looks of contempt.
"Hey, look! Isn't that Claire Sinclair? What's she doing here?"
"What's an influencer like her doing here? Did Mrs. Hartwell invite her?"
"She must have pulled some strings to get in. There's no way Mrs. Hartwell would invite this woman to her party!"
"What is a woman like her even thinking? She's still daydreaming after getting dumped by the new president. Does she think Mrs. Quincy will be impressed just because she came? Heh… How ridiculous."
"She's an influencer. Influencers are shameless. If she doesn't even find this embarrassing, why are we wasting our breath talking about her?"
