'Look… It's Isla Goldsmith… How beautiful.'
'... I heard that she is already a multi-millionaire at the mere age of 14.'
'What? How is that even possible? She's still a kid.'
'She's a very cruel and cunning businessman. She had founded several successful businesses and grew them on her own. Talk about an insanely talented person.'
'She's destined for greatness, isn't she? I doubt anyone can beat her.'
Such comments were something that Isla heard basically every single day. Whether it was when she went to school in her luxurious limousine or when she was attending one of the countless gatherings of the upper echelons of society.
People would always look at her. Not only because she was an insanely beautiful girl with an appearance that would take anyone's breath away and a presence that would put her at the center of attention wherever she went but also because she was simply a cold genius.