"Goodbye, My Lover"

Emily, aiming to bolster her credibility, shared numerous details about Boyce Holt, from the brand of cigarettes he smoked to his preference for a particular whiskey vintage.

Nora now wholly believed Emily's claims and her gaze toward Emily was filled with barely concealed loathing.

Emily pretended not to notice, acting like a gold-digger who had hit the jackpot. She boasted even more, "Boyce Holt said he's buying me a bright red Ferrari soon. It's so gorgeous..."

"By the way, what kind of car do you drive, sis? Is it as good as a Ferrari?" Emily turned her head with a radiant smile.

Nora thought of her Mini Cooper, which she had only managed to get after more than years with Boyce and much pestering. Her frustration was palpable.

"My car is just a regular one, not often used. It's mainly because parking is a hassle. When you come here next time, it's better not to drive. Getting stuck in traffic during peak hours is the worst."

"I see, I'll