Chapter 2The Lottery Lie

Hearing Zoey's question, I retorted:

"I don't even own a house, where would I get buyout money?"

Thankfully, I had kept my college property purchase a complete secret this time.

But Zoey stared at me and said:

"Lily, you're lying."

"Last time you were out, I went through your drawers. I saw the deed. It's for that condo on 4th Avenue. You're still hiding it from me?"

I broke out in a cold sweat.

I thought if I kept it secret this time, I could avoid her blackmail.

I didn't expect her to have known all along.

In my past life, when Zoey confronted me about the buyout, I told her everything defenselessly.

Hearing my answer, she smiled and said:

"That's great, hehe..."

That night, I treated her to a luxury dinner and bought her jewelry.

But in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, she threatened me for a million dollars, or she'd tell my dad.

She even blamed me for not telling her about buying the house.

But the truth was, back in college when we were close, I analyzed the real estate market with her.

I told her that area in Brooklyn was going to skyrocket and likely be rezoned by the city.

I urged her to borrow money if she had to, just to buy a place there.

She agreed and planned to borrow $50k from me. But when I asked for an IOU, she flipped out.

She sarcastically said: "What's our relationship? You need an IOU for this little bit of money?"

Maybe I should have seen her true colors then.

Zoey spoke again:

"Lily, doesn't your phone record calls automatically?"

"Why don't we listen to what that person just said to you?"

As she spoke, she lunged to snatch my phone.

I shoved her away with all my strength and yelled:

"Who do you think you are? Listening to other people's private calls?"

She fell to the floor, her face darkening. She glared at me, then turned and stormed off.