Chapter 215 Was Noel Repressed?

Noel's words made Whitney feel a tight, aching pressure in her chest. Lilian's eyes were full of confusion. "The back seat's so spacious. Why isn't she worthy? Noel, it's actually more inappropriate for Ms. Spencer to sit in the front. She's not a secretary or an assistant." Whitney couldn't help but laugh bitterly inside. Right now, she probably wasn't even as important as a secretary. In the rearview mirror, she thought she caught a glance in her direction. But when Whitney looked up, there was nothing. "Oh, I see," Lilian said, not pressing further. She sat down next to Noel, leaning in slightly. "Noel, do you think this outfit looks good?" Noel glanced at her briefly. "Grandpa will like it." "And you?" Lilian raised an eyebrow and smiled, her voice carrying a playful, almost seductive tone. "Do you prefer the way I was dressed before, or do you like this look more?" Though there was a decent amount of space in the car, the voices from the back were clear as day. Whitney didn