Chapter 1My Rich Boyfriend's Secret

My boyfriend is the heir to a corporate empire, but he's pretending to be an amnesiac poor college student freeloading at my place.

After my best friend tried to convince me to dump this pretty boy for the 101st time,

I still refused. There's no way I'm breaking up with this pretty boy.

Until one night I overheard his secretary's conversation:

"Now that these fish have taken the bait, it's time for me to reel them in."

"And what about Miss Williams? How do you plan to deal with her?"

"She's just a gold digger. A check will be enough to get rid of her."

Hearing this, I almost laughed out loud.

I was finally going to strike it rich.

Recently, Ethan has been sneaking out behind my back a lot.

Every time before he goes out, he always cooks a delicious meal for me, sweet-talking me with pet names.

After I fall asleep at night, he quietly puts on his clothes and sneaks out.

What he doesn't know is that I'm not actually asleep at all.

Because day and night, I've been waiting for him to betray me.

Tonight, after thoroughly wearing me out, he put on his clothes and left.

This is the tenth time this month. Even the most patient person would start to feel restless.

Taking advantage of Ethan's absence, I threw on some clothes and secretly followed him out.

I hid in the stairwell, pressing my ear against the door.

Ethan's voice came from the other side:

"Those old fogies at the company seem to be getting impatient. It's time for me to reel them in."

Another man responded respectfully:

"Then young master, how do you plan to deal with Miss Williams?"

Hearing this question, my heart tensed up a bit.

After freeloading off me for so long, using my money and sleeping with me, he better not be planning to just up and leave.

Ethan said in a low voice: "She's just a gold digger. A check will be enough to get rid of her."

The man seemed surprised by Ethan's answer and quickly added:

"Miss Williams has taken care of you for so long. Isn't it a bit cold-hearted to just give her a check?"

Ethan seemed annoyed: "What else then? Should I bring her back as your young mistress? Her? A third-rate student from a third-rate school who got a third-rate job at a third-rate company? Is she worthy of entering the doors of the Blackwood family?"

The man asked again: "Then how much should we write the check for?"

Ethan just threw out four words: "Whatever she wants."

Hearing this, I tiptoed back to the room. I could barely contain my excitement as I kicked the air a few times.

"Whatever she wants"

This was truly the sweetest thing I'd heard in two lifetimes.