Chapter 3

I ignored Amber’s jab and pulled a document from my purse.

"Ethan, we haven't decided on our wedding house yet, right?"

I slid the document in front of him.

"This is a penthouse in the 'Aurelia Heights' downtown. It's worth thirty million dollars. I paid for it in full."

"Here are the keys."

Ethan’s eyes widened instantly. His greedy gaze locked onto the deed, his breathing turning heavy.

He snatched the contract, his hands shaking with excitement, completely forgetting his sophisticated act.

"Chloe... you... you bought this for me?"

Amber swallowed hard, the jealousy in her eyes practically boiling over.

"Wow, Chloe, you must be loaded."

She spoke with a sour tone. "An orphan with no family, yet you saved up this much cash to throw at a man? Impressive. Is this money even clean?"

I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, my eyes turning icy as I looked at her.

"It's a wedding, after all. We need a decent place to live."

"I’ll let you two get back to work. I have things to handle at the office. See you."

I turned and walked out, getting into the back of my Maybach parked around the corner. I watched the studio window in silence.

Ethan was currently grabbing Amber and planting a wet kiss on her lips, his hands sliding down her waist.

The two of them were jumping up and down with the deed, acting as if they had just won the lottery.

My phone buzzed.

It was a Snapchat message from Ethan.

"Babe, I saw the penthouse. I love it. But I’ve been meeting high-end clients lately, and I need a ride that matches my status. I saw a fifteen-million-dollar limited-edition Lamborghini. Since you love me so much, why don't you get that for me too?"

He was moving fast. He wasn't even trying to hide his greed anymore.

I sneered and dialed a number that had no contact name.

"Christian, move the plan up."

"Activate the international grading certificate for that raw Imperial Jadeite."

A deep, cold chuckle came from the other end of the line.

"Already done, little sis."

"The priceless dowry of the Shen Group's heiress isn't something a street rat can touch."