<h4>Chapter 527: Chapter 527: Is He Really Julian Lancaster?</h4>


    At this moment, someone immediately started to tter Reba Lowell.


    "Wow... President Lancaster’s car seems to be one of a kind in the world, its value immeasurable."


    "I’d love to sit in it just once to see what it’s like."


    "It must be amazing, truly envious of Reba."


    The woman who was earlier rendered speechless by Nina Sinir seized the chance to mock her. She sneered disdainfully and said sarcastically, "Nina Sinir, did you see that? You probably won’t have the chance to sit in a car like this, right?"


    Nina Sinir nced lightly at the woman who had spoken.


    Her sycophantic manner suggested that she could ride in it too; she’d go to any length to curry favor with Reba Lowell.


    With a mindset of not bothering with a sycophant, Nina Sinir didn’t respond.


    However, her silence only gave the woman more room to gloat, finally allowing her to vent the grudge she was nursing against Nina Sinir.


    She turned her head to steal augh with others, while shing a look of disdain at Nina Sinir.


    Soon after, that top luxury car slowly pulled up in front of the Zenith Building.


    Just as the car came to a stop, a modestly priced domestic car followed from behind.


    With the cars parked one after another, the stark contrast in price—by several magnitudes—made the two cars look dramatically different.


    Suddenly, someone pointed outside, "Oh, look! Isn’t that Nina Sinir’s boyfriend’s car? I saw her being picked up by that car once."


    "It really is!"


    "Nina Sinir’s boyfriend came to pick her up too?"


    The woman, who had been fuming over Nina Sinir earlier, immediately sneered, "Tsk tsk tsk, look at this pitiful sight, where’s the resemnce to the luxury car Reba’s boyfriend drives?"


    The people nearby burst intoughter once more after hearing this.


    With an impassive face, Nina Sinir didn’t let those words affect her, nor did they stir any emotional response.


    So what if it’s cheap?


    Julian Lancaster earned the money and bought the car himself, without stealing or coercion—shouldn’t that earn some respect?


    Just then, someone said to Reba Lowell, "Director Lowell, President Lancaster’s here to pick you up, what are you waiting for? Go on so you don’t keep him waiting."


    In contrast to everyone’s excitement, Heidi Leighton, hidden in the back, appeared much more reserved.


    She furrowed her brows, staring intently at the car.


    It was indeed Julian Lancaster’s car, but was Julian really inside?


    Once the car door opened, she would quickly see if it was really Julian inside!


    ...


    Outside, the rain was falling harder and harder, and Reba Lowell hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to go out.


    She actually wanted President Lancaster toe out and get her.


    But given President Lancaster’s status, if he refused herter, wouldn’t that be humiliating?


    To avoid embarrassment, Reba Lowell decided to run out into the rain.


    She walked up to the luxury car worth millions, the tint on the windows was very dark, and with the rain, she couldn’t see inside at all—only the vague silhouette of someone in the driver’s seat.


    Reba Lowell reached out to pull the door handle, only to find it locked.


    Reba Lowell’s expression stiffened as she shielded her head from the rain with her hand and gently knocked on the window, saying softly, "Darling, you forgot to unlock the door."


    After she spoke, there was no sign of the door being unlocked, remaining quietly closed.


    Reba Lowell stood in the rain for so long, she was nearly drenched.


    But now if she turned back to enter the Zenith Building, she would definitely be aughing stock, so she could only wait there for President Lancaster to open the door.


    Meanwhile, the employees from Nia began to exchange puzzled looks.


    What was going on?


    Why wasn’t Reba Lowell getting in the car? What was she doing standing outside in the rain?