“You’re here, Serena. My parents are on their way and we’ve prepared the bride price. Our family may not be as wealthy as yours, but we won’t shortchange you. Two million in cash, plus a custom jewelry set.”
Serena couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes and my other roommates gasped in awe.
"So, this is what it's like to be rich?" one whispered.
Serena turned to me with a smug look.
“Sophia, don’t get too envious. This is something you could never even dream of having.”
I let out a cold laugh.
"I’m not envious. After all, whether something really belongs to you isn’t always so certain."
Serena’s face darkened and she glared at me.
"Sophia, what do you mean by that? I invited you today as a favor, or else someone as lowly as you would never set foot in a place like this!"
"Oh, really?" I said, my tone sharpening as I was about to retort, but suddenly a cold male voice interrupted from behind me.
I turned to see the hotel manager, bowing respectfully, leading a man toward us.
Serena’s expression changed instantly and she gasped in shock.
"Mr. Fletcher!"
If you made a mistake, you had to pay for the price.
