More and more gossip was spreading, and more people gathered here. They blocked the intersection completely. Someone pointed at Sophia and said, "Isn't she Miss Morgan, who's supposed to marry Nathan Reed? Why is she surrounded here?" Immediately, someone explained, "She's not with Nathan Reed anymore. She's been kicked out of her house! She couldn't even afford the taxi fare and got stuck here!" "What? How could she not afford the fare even if Nathan dumped her?" Another person chimed in, "You guys don't know the whole story! It's not that Nathan kicked her out, it's her mom who got kicked out by Mr. Morgan, and she got dragged along! She only got engaged to Nathan because she's Mr. Morgan's daughter. Otherwise, do you think with her looks, Nathan would've been interested in her?" "Huh, but she's pretty, isn't she?" "You don't know everything! She relies on makeup! I have a friend who works at Reed Corporation. He even went with Mr. Reed to a yacht party once. Her makeup came off then, and she looked terrible..." "I remember Mr. Reed's ex-wife was beautiful. She's nothing compared to Emily." The surrounding voices grew louder and more gossip-filled. Everyone laughed and pointed fingers at Sophia, spreading various rumors. Sophia almost cried, pointing at them and shouting, "What nonsense are you all talking about? If you keep defaming me like this, I'll sue you for slander!" Mrs. Brown chuckled, "Give it up, dear. You can't even afford the taxi fare, let alone a lawyer. Oh, Sophia, I just heard from everyone. So, you've been relying on makeup all this time? No wonder Mr. Norman treats you like trash. How could he ever choose you?" "Mrs. Brown, enough! Your daughter looks like a fat pig just like you. Even if Mr. Norman didn't choose me, he wouldn't choose a pig either!" Mrs. Brown's face immediately changed. She pointed her trembling finger and said, "What did you say? Who's a pig? No wonder Mr. Morgan doesn't want you. Speaking so rudely, you don't have a bit of a woman's dignity!" Others intervened, "Mrs. Brown, why argue with her? She's not even Mr. Morgan's daughter. If her mom's that kind of person, how could she be any different?" Sophia argued, "What do you care about my background? I graduated from an Ivy League school!""Oh please! Ivy League? Your dad's a security guard. How could he afford those fees? Is your diploma even real?" Sophia faltered, "I..." Mrs. Brown smirked, "Can't say anything now, can you? How could a security guard afford such expensive tuition? Do you think we're all idiots?" "I graduated from an Ivy League school! If you don't believe me, go check!" "I don't have time for this nonsense. Even if your diploma's real, how did you pay for school? Did your mom cheat money out of other men for you?" Sophia was furious but couldn't reveal the truth. The money for her education came from Emily's hard work. If people knew, they would surely vilify her more and sympathize with Emily even more. She would rather endure their insults than let them like Emily! A group of women arguing, the driver becoming increasingly impatient. He stepped closer to Sophia, not mincing his words, "I don't care where you graduated from. I just know you owe me for this ride! Either you pay now, or you call someone to pay. Otherwise, I'm calling the cops." "Oh, please, calm down, sir," Grace chimed in with a smile, then shot Sophia a sharp glance. This wasn't the time to be defiant. It was crucial to settle this quickly. What was the point of winning an argument here? The driver spat on the side of the road, "Alright, I know you don't have any money on you, and no one's coming to pay for you. How about this..." His eyes suddenly gleamed cunningly, "I know a nightclub. There are plenty of women there doing that kind of business. They charge a good amount. Why don't you go take a job and earn some money to pay me?" "That's a great idea. Since they have no money, they might as well go make some! They're quite good at it." "What fool would pay for an ugly woman?" "Hahaha..." Grace ignored the women's mockery, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll make another call." Grace dialed Bobby's number again.After a long wait, Bobby picked up, "Can you please stop bothering me?" Grace closed her eyes, forcing herself to speak in the most polite tone possible. "Bobby, I'm really at the end of my rope. I just need to borrow a hundred bucks..." "A hundred bucks? I don't have a single cent for you!" Bobby snapped immediately. "Grace, get it through your head. We have no relationship. I can't lend you money, and Mr. Morgan doesn't want me to lend you money either. I've already told you, Mr. Morgan has decided to cut ties with you. Do you not understand English?"