I asked, "Didn't you still owe more than 1 million dollars in high-interest loans? How come you have money to pay her rent?"
Zack froze, and I sneered in my heart.
He was capable of doing that, as he was a rich kid.
He pretended to be poor because of a bet with his friends. He said I was better at seducing men than all the mistresses he had kept, and he was determined to expose my true nature of being a gold digger under the guise of being affectionate.
What was ridiculous was that I used to love this man deeply and fantasize about paying off his gambling debts and having a better future with him.
Now I wished I could slap Zack hard.
My words left Zack speechless, and his face turned red.
Daisy suffered a huge loss, and her face became even gloomier. She tried to leave but I stopped her.
"What else do you want?"
Daisy almost couldn't pretend anymore.
"Your outfit and bag seem to be mine, right?"
Daisy's family was not well-off, and she had a younger brother still in school. She didn't have money to buy luxury goods, so she often wore my clothes without permission. I remembered mentioning it a few times, and she cried and accused me of discriminating and bullying her in front of Zack.