Chapter 7

The Ivory Tower is one of the most expensive hotels where the executives of the largest businesses in the country often meet up, as do the government politicians. If he had said the tower, that is where the Blackstone mafia headquarters.

"Err, I think you're mistaken," I said, "Why would we go to such a dangerous place?" I asked him, because no matter how rich he is, this place is not to be messed up. He did not respond. EVen I, one of the daughters of the powerful nouveau riche, did not dare be here no matter how spoiled I was.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked him and he just looked at me.

"No, this is the right place," he said and grabbed my hand. I looked at him with disarray and wanted to gouge my eyes out and rolled my eyes.

"Stop grabbing me," I crossed my arms in front of me, "Do you know who I am? I may look like this but my parents are rich," I told him and did not move an inch.

"Right..." he nodded like he was insulting me, "It was your parents who are rich, not yo