Chapter 2Rolex Rage: My Fiancée's True Colors

As soon as I said that, Tiffany's face lit up like a flower.

"That's more like it! Sell the watch, give me the money, and give me all the bonuses you've saved over the years. I'll manage it for you."

"From now on, I'll give you $800 in allowance every month. How does that sound?"

I stared at her triumphant face, my stomach churning. I almost threw up the coffee I had this morning.

Her calculations were practically slapping me in the face!

I sneered, gripping my jacket tighter.

"Alright, I've saved quite a bit of my own money over the years, probably a few million. How about I hand that over for you to manage too?"

At that, Tiffany's eyes lit up like spotlights, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Really?"

I honestly wanted to kick her across the street.

I was done playing along. I casually shrugged off my jacket and shoved her hard.

"Dream on."

Tiffany looked utterly bewildered, asking me what I meant.

I gave her a cold stare.

"You spend all day scheming, have you thought yourself stupid? Do you think I'm your personal ATM? I'm not an angel; I have no desire to help someone like you."

She froze for a few seconds, her face turning crimson, then she yelled at me:

"Liam Reed! Are you messing with me?!"

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to respond.

I casually tossed the jacket, now tainted with her grossness, into a nearby trash can.

"Tiffany, we're over. The engagement? Forget about it."

With that, I turned and walked upstairs without looking back.

Guess I forgot to check the forecast today; serves me right for running into this crap.

While waiting for the elevator, I ran into my colleague and our mutual college acquaintance, Kyle Jensen.

Aiden, who was worried about me, also came downstairs.

Kyle glanced at Tiffany, who was storming off, then looked at me.

"Had a fight with Tiffany?"

"No, we broke up."

Actually, my bad mood wasn't because of the breakup, but because Tiffany's whole scheme had sickened me beyond belief.

"Seriously?"

Both of them looked completely shocked.

Besides the shock, I also caught a flicker of schadenfreude in Kyle's eyes, like he was waiting for a show.

"Why did you break up?"

Aiden asked curiously.

I just briefly told him about what happened today.

Aiden listened, gritting his teeth in anger, finding Tiffany utterly ridiculous.

He immediately blasted her:

"That woman is really something else."

Kyle, however, stroked his chin and said lightly:

"But Tiffany didn't say anything wrong, did she?"

I turned to him, frowning. I hadn't expected him to defend Tiffany.

"You and Tiffany were about to get engaged, you'll need a lot of money in the future. Besides, what's the point of a man getting such a high position? Having a stable life after marriage is the most important thing."

"And what's the use of such an expensive watch, besides showing off? You and Tiffany are engaged, your money is her money. It's perfectly normal for her to manage it for you."

Aiden, who was still holding my arm, flared up at his words, sneering:

"Dude, is your brain running on fumes? That's some serious carbon monoxide poisoning! If you're so humble and love serving others, go do it yourself. Don't tell others what to do here."

"Though with your finances, even if you paid to be with Tiffany, she'd still be wondering if you're worth it."

Kyle, however, muttered nonchalantly:

"It's just the truth."

Aiden snorted, glaring at him sideways:

"It's windy outside; is there a tornado in your brain right now? Did it just blow away your common sense? My man Liam's family is super well-off, his folks are happy to spend money on him, what business is that of yours?"

"Now that Tiffany and Liam are over, aren't you totally into her? Go ahead, take your pathetic savings to her, tell her you're her savior and you're willing to give her everything you have. She'll surely be moved to tears."

That's why Aiden and I get along; his sharp tongue is unmatched.

I patted Aiden's hand, signaling him not to argue with Kyle.

As the elevator approached the first floor, I looked at Kyle:

"My money, I'll spend it how I want. My life, I'll live it how I want. It's none of your damn business. Stop trying to tell me what to do."

I glared at him, then pulled Aiden into the elevator.