"No. She doesn't talk about herself, but I just know that. Just don't badmouth her behind her back like the others. I think of her as my friend," Meredith said.

"Of course! I have no personal grudge against her, so I won't say anything. I hate backstabbers like that as well. By the way, how did you and Ivy get to know each other? She's always alone."

"I went to talk to her."

"Oh, but she's not in our class."

"I know. We all major in the same thing."

"Meredith, you said that she comes from a rich family. How rich is her family? Richer than yours?" the girl asked curiously.

"Honestly, I don't even know how rich my family is, so I'm completely clueless about Ivy. Forget about it. Let's just focus on our studies in the hopes of getting the internship in the future."

"Has Ivy applied?"

"I think so! I gave her the application form!"

"I see!"

...

Ivy hurried out of campus and got into the car.

Brian drove toward the hotel, and Ivy felt slightly nervous. She tried to text Robert to