Chapter 13

Elizabeth barely spared a glance, as if some stray dog was barking. She casually grabbed some fruit from the table and began munching on it slowly. Gabriel sat quietly beside her, obedient as ever, occasionally handing her a fresh plate of fruit. Even though it was called a bar's private room, they had built-in KTV too. She wasn't in the mood to sing though—just threw on a few old love songs and let them fill the room. The outdated melodies blared through the speakers, causing the well-dressed heirs and heiresses there to stifle their snickers. "My grandma doesn't even listen to this stuff anymore, lol..." "Seriously, her taste is cracked—what's up with those corny playlists?" "Shut it!" Elizabeth clapped her hand down on the table, and the room went dead silent in an instant. Back when she threw get-togethers, no one ever dared question her taste. All those so-called siblings were always vibing. These spoiled brats here though? Zero taste. Face cold, she warned, "Keep yapping and I'll