The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 263: The Manipulator Behind the Scenes]

It was nighttime when the lawyer completed the bail paperwork and handed Rachel over to his client, Carroll.

Carroll, along with her fiancee Veronica and Veronica's daughter, left the detective agency and got into the Lexus parked outside. Once inside the car, Veronica's expression soured, and she scowled, asking, "Rachel, why did you do this? You've embarrassed us!"

Rachel's round face was even fuller than her mother's. "Embarrassed? You care about embarrassment?"

The girl was clearly in her rebellious phase, rejecting everything her mother did or said. "I wanted the Tiffany necklace, and you wouldn't buy it for me! I wanted the Chanel dress, and you wouldn't buy it for me! I wanted Paris Hilton's shiny accessories, and you wouldn't buy those either! I wanted an Hermes bag, and you still wouldn't buy that for me!"

Her voice grew louder, "I used to be the queen bee at school, but after a few parties where I had to keep swapping out my dresses, wearing cheap jewelry, everyone laughed at me! Those girls from wealthy families called me what? A country chicken pretending to be a peacock!"

Carroll quickly played the peacemaker, "Honey, you can't speak to your mom like that."

"I've had enough of her!" Rachel shouted, directing her frustration at Veronica. "You sent me to the best private school in Beverly and Sherman Oaks, but now I'm a laughingstock! Do you even know what I want? You never ask! I want to be Paris Hilton! I want to be the glamorous girl like Paris Hilton! I want to rule the school parties!"

At just under fourteen, Rachel, despite her Asian features making her look about twelve, had a mature mindset and an even more mature sense of competition.