Jaycee picked up the box and checked it. "Oh, my God! This is the new limited-edition Hermès perfume! One bottle is worth three hundred thousand dollars! Miss Taylor, who could be so generous?" she exclaimed.

The two other girls sitting next to her gasped in shock. They were jealous of Bessie for receiving such an amazing gift.

Bessie remained silent, shaking her head and smiling bitterly. She didn't want anyone else to know that Trevor had sent her a fake.

But Corrie scoffed, "Don't be so impressed, Jaycee. That perfume is a fake from Trevor. He pretends to be rich, but I see through his act."

"No way, Corrie," Jaycee retorted. "I called the shop this morning. There's a transaction record—it's absolutely real." Hearing this, Corrie had to believe her.

Bessie felt guilty. So Trevor didn't lie, she thought. I feel awful. It must be difficult for him to be misunderstood. I have to apologize.

"See? I told you!" Jaycee gloated, smirking at Corrie. "Just listen to me next time, so we'll have fewer embarrassing moments."

Corrie rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop being full of yourself, Jaycee. It was just a lucky guess."

More than Jaycee's vindication, Corrie was bothered by Trevor's ability to afford such an expensive bottle of perfume. How did he do it? Was he secretly rich?