Nia Mitchell was sitting in the Private Booth, and Molly Harguez looked overjoyed.
"I didn't expect you to have Young Master Peary so wrapped around your finger. Has he given you any money to spend? Any cards or anything like that?"
Don't they always show it on TV?
The rich young heir, throwing money around like it's nothing.
Whoever he dates, it's casually countless amounts of cash, generously signing a check for the heroine, or giving her a card with no limit or something.
That's what the world of the rich is like.
Nia Mitchell must have that too.
You saw just now, Young Master Peary treated her incredibly well.
"I don't have anything like that."
Nia Mitchell couldn't possibly not know what Molly Harguez was trying to do by saying that.
Throw out a brick to lure out jade—she just wanted to squeeze some money out of her, that's all.
"Listen to yourself, what kind of thing is that to say? We're your only family, how can you be this stingy with us too?"
