After finishing his speech, the fat man shot Noah Steele a smug look, chin lifted high, as if silently declaring that Noah was completely out of his league.
The woman in his arms, however, was far from pleased.
Why does he buy me an ordinary apartment but promises her a luxury unit?
She had swallowed her anger for days—nights spent flattering him, indulging him, tolerating his temper—just to secure a house. And now, at the last moment, he was downgrading her purchase while talking about buying something better for another woman?
The injustice burned in her chest.
But she couldn’t lash out at him. He was her sponsor, her lifeline. Without him, her carefully constructed life—designer clothes, jewelry, the latest LV bags—would vanish overnight.
And that woman… Xiao Mei.
Those eyes were
