Gold Digger Wait for the Billonaire's Breakup Fee Not The Marriage!

temperature down to a pleasant coolne

rance. Pink and white flowers, along with balloons, decorated the entire space in the dreamlike vision of a young girl's fan

other than the cherished daughter of The Green family-someone born with a diamond spoon in her

ok turns approaching the star of the

demeanor, accepting each guest's greetings with a polite smile. Until, in the midst of all the gre

Miss Green's face

expression was mirrored by t

brows. Their gazes unconsciously traveled from the ground up, carrying the kind of in

klace of a design beloved by older generations, long hair half-pinned back with a delic

e this-Miss Green's high-society birthday gala-there was only one phrase that came to m

il painstakingly considered. And yet, despite all that effort, she still st

hell clutch as she

glass of white champagne from a waiter, and, as one of the invited guests of

er daze when one of her f

he two of them were the closest of friends. They exchanged pleasantries, promising to meet for shopp

now, took sips from their glasses and finally

id you even

let out a small sigh. "Dad

l girlfriend for years now. Just in case she does somehow become Mrs

h, co

parents

ppen to her. Does she actually think she has a chance of becoming Mrs

oes she think dressing like a socialite means she is

r even introduced her to his family. Obviously, he has no intention of taking he

Lucas as an exchange stude

in in the background provided the perfect contrast to their whispers, as every pair of eyes once again landed on the only "e

were shaken by the news: The heir of The William family, during his time as a

to maintain their expressions at the memory. The

t background will never truly belo

lasted until nearly

rations at an exclusive after-party, while mos

f the Rolls-Roy

an all-night party. Finally free from the event, she coll

the front. "Shall I take you

bit of mindless relaxation. But the moment she opened Facebook, she saw a post from Eva, uplo

of money. I just w

.

urve of Shirley's l

ng good mo

in even intervals, the full moon hanging high above-a news broadcast had

idn't look ou

evening, she had worn the role of "Lucas' obedient girlfriend," and the effort had drained

need a couple of acres

ng. If she could, she'd grab Eva by her perfectly styled hair and tell her-"If you

simply scrolled to her Days Matter a

or Lucas' break

ssage from Lucas

arly. His flight would land at 1

ator doo

ey didn't

hone, reading the message again. A

acked throug

he wall, lifting her head to

till unable to clo

have to wo