Elena stood at the far end of the hallway.
“Something I can help you with?”
Edgar’s heart sank further at the coldness in her eyes. He clenched his fists and walked towards her.
“You actually bought my uncle that watch? You must have spent all your savings, right?”
Elena replied indifferently, “So what? I have plenty of money.”
“Really?” Edgar stared at her, then walked closer, step by step, observing her seemingly carefree and unconcerned demeanor.
“My uncle wouldn’t give you money, would he? He hates gold-diggers. He doesn’t like relationships based on money. Where do you get your money?”
This was common knowledge. Felix was like pristine snow, untainted by anything messy or impure. The women who schemed to get close to him all had ulterior motives, which was why Felix loathed the
