I pulled out my phone, tapped away furiously and announced the number.
Everyone around me burst into snickers, mocking me for being so short-sighted.
To someone of Jeremy's status, what was 598,000? If I had asked, he might have given me 59.8 million without batting an eye.
Jeremy frowned, his eyes fixed on me with a complicated expression. Nevertheless, he quickly instructed his assistant to give me a check.
I glanced at the number. It was 600,000 dollars.
He even gave me an extra two thousand!
Stella hooked her arm through his and looked at me, saying, "Bridget, Jeremy is quite generous to you. He gave you exactly what you asked for. But from now on, you both belong to different worlds. I hope you won't make any negative remarks about Jeremy in front of anyone!"
Jeremy also looked at me, pursing his lips. "I don't want anyone to know that you and I were ever involved!"
I understood. He despised me and feared I'd tell the media he was my boyfriend.
Don't worry, I won't. After all, having such a heartless boyfriend wasn't something worth bragging about.
When Jeremy left and the onlookers dispersed, only my best friend, Wendy, stayed behind—still fuming.