My Sister Stole My Killer Boyfriend

A week later, James picked me up in a luxury car. We went to pick Poppy and Ralph up to join us at the airport.

The moment Ralph got into the car, he could not contain his excitement. He took countless selfies with the interior.

Poppy looked furious. She slapped his phone out of his hand. "Can you stop embarrassing yourself? It's just a car. What's the big deal? You're acting like such a hick."

Ralph's excitement vanished after hearing her harsh mockery. He pocketed his phone, sat back down, and did not say another word.

At the airport, James went to find his friends, while Poppy leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Elisa, did James rent this car?"

I shook my head with a shy smile. "He just bought it. His old sports car couldn't fit all of us."

Poppy looked skeptical. "I don't mean to be rude, but how did someone like James even fall for you? You're not feminine at all."

Because of my job, I always dressed in business attire and had developed a no-nonsense management style after years of leadership. Apparently, to Poppy, this professional appearance meant I had no femininity whatsoever.

I smiled and did not respond.

Ralph spoke up instead. "Poppy, how could you talk to your sister like that?"

Poppy kicked him. "Whose side are you on? Don't tell me you're into my sister now."

Ralph's face turned bright red instantly. "No! She's your sister. How could you even think that about me?"

While the two of them argued, James and his trust fund friends were already walking toward us.

"Wow, she's gorgeous!"

"So this is the beauty who landed our boy James!"

"No wonder James has been MIA lately. He's been keeping her all to himself!"

Sweet talk was second nature to James's crowd. Even though we had never met, they immediately started praising me and played up James's status.

Once they learned Poppy and Ralph were my sister and her fiancé, they made polite conversation for a few minutes.

Poppy pulled me aside again and whispered in my ear. "Why are all of James's friends so hot? Are they loaded too?"

I sneered internally but kept a smug smile on my face. "They have some money, sure, but none of them are as wealthy as James. He's the real deal when it comes to being a trust fund kid."

I could not let Poppy shift her target to anyone else. After all, James was the only one I had painstakingly found from the wife-killer club.