Chapter 3

I didn’t block him.

Since we were now in an official alliance, I couldn’t do anything to go against my group.

But then again, how was I supposed to look Scarlett in the eye?

I finally decided to meet Scarlett anyway, because Charles suddenly had a stroke of conscience and delivered a peace offering which he paid for out of his own pocket, and I wanted to eat my share of the peace offering.

Honestly, after rolling with Dannie and the gang for so long, I still hadn’t gotten used to the lifestyle of being broke as a joke.

I ate an apple in my left hand and took a bite of an egg that Scarlett had fried for me with my right hand.

She hugged me tight, bawling her eyes out like a banshee.

“Bestie! I heard all about it! Charles and his lackeys actually came to make peace and apologize, but you charged right in and beat up their chief for my sake! You wouldn’t even accept their peace offering! Girl, you’re a real one! So badass!”

In reality, Scarlett had only gotten a tiny scrape on her leg. She barely even bled, and if she had walked home any slower, the wound would probably have healed on its own.

I was stunned. No wonder that bag of fruit I saw when I entered the room looked so familiar.

Wasn’t it the exact same one that I had ripped into shreds just now?

Wait, what apology? Why didn’t I hear about it?

I forgot that my dumb bae’s throat had acted up.

Damn it. Did no one else have a mouth that could speak?

I felt rather thankful I didn’t chuck the eggs right at his head back then.

Otherwise, my lover would have turned into my mortal enemy.

Though to be fair, we weren’t exactly far from being enemies right now, either.

Just then, a text from my bae popped up on my screen.

[Honey? Talk to me! When shall we meet in real life? Can I come find you in Greenville?]

No, not at all.

[Did something happen to you? You haven’t replied to me for 24 hours. I’m so worried about you. I’ll go to Greenville tomorrow.]

[Uh, my dad is in confinement, while my grandmother is getting released from school…]

I hesitated, readying myself to confess and prepared for the worst.

Just then, another new text popped up.

[I’ll take the chance to find that girl and settle scores with her.]

[That’s not a problem at all. I’ll accompany your father during his confinement and pick your grandmother up from school.]

I didn’t dare to text him back.

I looked helplessly at Scarlett.

“Save my wretched life, Scarlett.”

She readily agreed.

Scarlett had officially climbed the social ladder.

Thanks to her, we were all living the high life now. We no longer needed to split two bowls of meatballs between a dozen people.

Scarlett even transferred me $2,600 because she received $5,200.

Talk about a loyal sister.

But wait. Did my online boyfriend turn into Mr. Moneybags?

I was grinding my teeth out of sheer jealousy now.

We were all doing perfectly fine being poor together, so what in the world was this?

According to Scarlett though, he was actually the biological heir in a real vs. fake baby scandal who was switched at birth back in the day.

Now, the fake heir’s family was living happily ever after, while he was being treated like a total outsider.

I heaved a sigh of relief. That scared me for a second.

Even if he were doing well, I would be happy for him.

I managed to pay up my credit card bill this month.

Not by relying on myself or my parents, but by relying on… my bestie and our shared boyfriend?

I feel so utterly mortified that I just wanted to mince myself into ground meat.

I didn’t dare to face this world anymore.

I wondered how his throat was doing, though.