Nicholas clinged to the womanâs legs. âCharis, money isnât everything! Whatâs important is the love we
have! Thereâs no one else on this earth who loves you more than I do!â
The woman replied, âBullsh*t! I donât care about your love, itâs worthless!â
Just then, a BMW 520 stopped in front of them. A young man poked his head out of the car window.
The woman smiled brightly. âHey babe, youâre finally here! Iâll get in the car in a bit, hold on.â
She then kicked Nicholas over and over again. âLet go of me! Just let go of me! My boyfriend is here to
pick me up, canât you see? Now, this is a man whoâs in my league. He wears Armani and he drives a
BMW too! Unlike you, he doesnât drive a secondhand Volkswagen! I donât need garbage like that!â
The man in the BMW seemed to know Nicholas as well and proceeded to mock him. âNicholas, Charis
is mine now. If you donât let go of her this instant, Iâll make your life a living hell. F*ck, you donât deserve
to have a girlfriend, you impoverished fool.â Comment by Melisa Chan: changed this from mere meager
as meager is an adjective, not a nounâ¦
Charis huffed cockily. She kicked him hard on his thighs with her heels because she despised him.
Suddenly, a cold voice spoke up. âHuh, how boring. Driving a mere 520 and acting as if you own the
world. Youâre nothing but an impoverished fool in othersâ eyes too, you know?â
âWho, who was that?â Charis yelled, she wanted to defend her boyfriend.
But when she realized that it was Alex, her attitude immediately switched up. âOh, I was wondering who
it was. So itâs you, Alex, the poor loser who lives off his wife. Both you and Nicholas are just a pair of
poor *sshats.â
Alex and Charis knew each other as wellâthey used to study in the same high school.
The man asked Charis, âWho the hell is this guy?â
Charis huffed again. âAlex Rockefeller, the son of the previous CEO of Rockefeller Group. But heâs just
a loser now. He slaves away in Assex Villa taking care of every little thing for the three women who live
there.
âAlex, you have to get your facts right. Youâre no longer that almighty young lord of the Rockefeller.
Youâre just a loser who had been kicked out by his own family. How dare you say that this BMW 520 is
boring? Can you even afford it? If you could, then get one! If you really could get one for yourself, Iâll
swallow this rock whole right now!â Charis said as she kicked a stone that was as big as a fist.
Alex scoffed. âIâm not interested in that car model.â
The man had got out of his car as well. He smirked smugly and said, âYouâre not interested? So youâre
saying that you could afford a better model? Show us then!â
He then noticed the BMW M8 that was parked at the side and chuckled. âThis BMW M8 is more
expensive than mine, are you interested then? Is it yours? Gosh, youâre scaring me!â
Charis chimed in. âThis car is worth two million dollars. If you really can afford this model, then pigs
would be able to fly.â
Just then, the white BMW M8 beeped and was unlocked. Alex was holding a beautifully crafted pair of
M8 car keys.
âIâm sorry, this is indeed mine.
âEat up then. If you canât swallow it, Iâll crush it into pieces for you.â
Charis and her boyfriend were stunned. Their mouths were so wide open, it was as if they could fit a
whole lightbulb in their mouths.
After a brief pause, Charis yelled angrily, âWho knows if this car is really yours? You could be just
working as a valet here, or you have just borrowed this from someone! Do you really think Iâm that
much of an idiot?â
The man seemed cocky as well. âYeah, you have guts to make a bluff with someone elseâs car like that.
You might as well say that youâre the president of the country!â
Suddenly, the vice president of the bank, Lavender approached them.
âWhatâs wrong, Mr. Rockefeller? May I help you?â She asked. She then noticed the man and
immediately switched up her attitude. Lavender scolded, âCedar Davis! What are you doing here? Who
gave you the permission to drive my car?â