Riches in Disguise

I got up and walked backward.

I hadn't gotten very far when Isabelle sighed. "Indeed, we were overthinking it. How could he be rich?"noveldrama

Charlotte was disappointed as well. "I'd really thought... How disappointing. If he were rich, I wouldn't have minded being with him."

Did she think she was the most desirable person in the world? She may not have minded, but I minded very much.

She continued, "It looks like the guy helping me from behind the scenes isn't William. William just took a bite of his glory. Fortunately, I hadn't made things too clear. What a waste of time."

They left after speaking without even staying back to finish their meal.

Isabelle waved goodbye to me. Charlotte just turned and left. It greatly contrasted how she behaved when I first walked in.

I didn't want to pay them any attention. Even looking at her was a waste of my time.

I headed straight to Lynn's office and checked their account balances. I hadn't had any idea before this. After reading their financial statements, I was struck dumb.

In the month I bought the bar, their revenue had hit the 90-thousand mark. That was only their profit.

If this kept up, our monthly revenue would be at least 15 thousand. In a year, there would be 1.8 million. It was a small investment with huge returns.

I called Lynn and told her about her financial statements and our future prospects.

She merely smiled and said, "This isn't even peak season. There haven't been any festivities this month, and I was too exhausted to run any activities. This is just regular business. If I did four to six promotions a month, our revenue would multiply."

I didn't need to feel concerned about this. So, I figured that I'd leave it to Lynn.

"Have you been to the psychologist with Riley? What's his diagnosis?"

Lynn said solemnly, "I have. He said that she had closed herself off. Treatment would be difficult and

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long time. He asked me to

xepare myself mentally for this."

"It means that Riley's condition can be treated. She'll recover one day!"

Lynn paused. Then, she smiled and praised, "You're optimistic."

"Lynn, take care of Riley. Prioritize her, as well as your own well-being. If the bar occupies too much of your time you can tell me. I'll get you an assistant."

"There's no need for that. I can manage."

She was a prideful woman. When I doubted her capabilities, she shot me down immediately and vehemently refused a helper.

I could only give up.

When I hung up and left the bar, it was almost sunset. I stretched and felt my stomach grumbling. So, I started looking for a place to eat.

I remembered a senior mentioning on social media about a new pasta spot in Welsington that was supposed to be great, so I took a cab straight there.

I'd just gotten there when I heard an argument.

"I told you that I only wanted the pasta to be mildly spicy. I nearly died. My stomach hurts even now. I don't care. If you don't compensate me with 500 dollars, I'll complain about your restaurant forevermore!"