Chapter 5

First off, how did Chloe sweet-talk my dad into being so public? And how could *she* even stomach it?

My dad was roughly her father's age, almost fifty.

After her display, Chloe immediately called me into her office to gloat.

The moment I stepped in, I was nearly blinded by the diamond on Chloe's finger, so huge it practically had its own zip code.

She practically shoved her hand into my eye.

"So, what do you think? Is my diamond ring big enough? I wonder how many years Liam Maxwell would have to slave away to afford just this one ring?"

How was I supposed to tell her that Liam wouldn't need to buy it?

It was the kind of thing I used to toss around like a pebble when I was a kid.

Though, my dad certainly was generous this time, a two-hundred-million-dollar ring, just like that.

Oh, wait, I just noticed.

It wasn't just the ring. Chloe's entire outfit had changed—high-end clothes, designer bags.

Did my ridiculously wealthy, infuriating father actually like her?

I couldn't fathom why I was busting my ass working for him.

"You've seen it, Mr. Sterling dotes on me. With just a word from me, Liam Maxwell's company would disappear. Do you believe me?"

I shook my head. "I don't."

"Everyone knows Mr. Sterling is a playboy. He can dote on you today and fall for someone else tomorrow. Oh, and if you're trying to cash in, you'd better do it fast, or you'll have nowhere to cry when he dumps you~"