CHAPTER 7
LILLY
I put down the box and the bag.
Damn.
Seeing my possessions sprawled out around the luxurious room really hits home the mind-boggling fact that I’ve moved into my nemesis’s mansion.
If someone had told me this yesterday, I wouldn’t have believed it. I would’ve claimed that I’m incorruptible—that no matter how much money he’d throw at me, I’d stick to my guns.
Turns out, all it takes to wear me down is enough money to purchase a purebred dog on a daily basis.
Whatever. I’m here, so I might as well make myself comfortable.
The problem with that is that it took me years of careful consideration to decide the optimal place for each my things back at my small shithole. There’s no way in hell I can replicate such a feat here in the measly twenty minutes I’ve been allowed.
