The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 395

**Chapter 395: The Real Power Behind Amelia**

Giana sat back in her chair, disbelief washing over her as she contemplated the unthinkable notion that Amelia could ever forge a connection with someone as esteemed as Truman. The very idea felt ludicrous to her. How could this girl, who had always been beneath her in the social hierarchy, possibly stand beside such a powerful figure? Even Raymond, with all his connections and charm, would never have the clout to reach that level. Who did that insufferable girl think she was?

Brielle, seated nearby, shared Giana’s sentiments. There was no conceivable way Amelia could compete with her cousin’s accomplishments. Amelia was simply not in the same realm as them. The thought was laughable, utterly ridiculous.

Sabrina, the ever-composed and seemingly unflappable member of their circle, let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh of relief. “Oh, I see now. I mistook the relationship between you two. I thought you were mentor and student. My bad, haha,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of condescension.

“I know, right? How could Amelia ever be Truman’s mentee? That’s just wishful thinking on her part,” Brielle chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Honestly, she probably fantasizes about it, but Truman wouldn’t even give her a second glance,” Giana added, her eyes narrowing as she observed Amelia from the corner of her vision.

A chorus of whispers began to circulate among those closely aligned with the Jordans and Rolfs, their words sharp and cutting as they took jabs at Amelia’s perceived shortcomings. The air was thick with derision until Truman’s calm voice sliced through the tension, “Amelia’s mentor is Walter. I can’t even begin to compare myself to him.”

He paused, a flicker of regret crossing his features. “Honestly, I wanted to be Amelia’s mentor too, but that man got to her first.”

The simplicity of his statement belied its profound impact, sending shockwaves through the room. It was as if time itself had stopped; the laughter faded, replaced by a suffocating silence that enveloped everyone present. The mockery that had filled the air moments before evaporated in an instant.

Giana’s smile froze on her face, her mind racing. She had no idea who Walter was, but the way Truman spoke about him made it painfully clear that he was a force to be reckoned with.

Brielle’s complexion drained of color, her lips quivering as the realization dawned on her. All the pride she had clung to shattered like glass, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Even Sabrina, who had always maintained a sense of superiority, widened her eyes in disbelief, her confidence crumbling. Walter Preston was not just any name; he was a titan in the realm of pharmaceutical research.

Everyone in that field recognized his brilliance. He was not merely an academician; he was a senior figure whose influence loomed large over the industry. To be his mentee was akin to being handed the keys to the kingdom, a launchpad to an illustrious career from the very highest echelons of their profession.

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