LYRA
I walked past him casually habang pinapasok ng staff ang mga paper bags sa living room area.
And sinundan niya ako.
“Magkano.”
Ah.
The million-peso question.
I shrugged. “Reasonable.”
“Lyra.”
I turned to him, crossing my arms. “Anong problema? May access naman ako diba?”
“That doesn’t mean unlimited."
Medyo may pagtaas sa boses.
Galit siya? Good, cause I don't care.
“Alam ko, actually controlled pa nga yan, Strategic Spending!”
“Strategic?” he repeated incredulously.
“Yes. I am a Dominguez, and I'm going to marry you, Silas Villanueva, a successful businessman and a billionaire. Ano na lang sasabihin ng makakakita sa akin kung makikita nila na nag-uulit ako ng mga damit at accessories, I have to be look good always and powerful, just like you."
Napakunot ang noo niya at
