I Went on a Blind Date for My Best Friend and Became the Mafia Heir’s Favorite

The moment the words left my mouth, the private room fell deathly silent.

Lucas Chandler, the assistant standing behind the wheelchair, nearly bugged his eyes out.

He stared at me as if I were crazy.

Who in Riverdale didn’t know Gus Cooper?

He had power in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. He was ruthless and killed without batting an eye.

If it weren’t for that $200 million, I wouldn’t have dared approach him even if someone had given me the courage.

The comments went wild before my eyes.

[What the hell?! Has this supporting female side character lost her mind? How dare she talk to the heir to a mafia family like that?!]

[This is bad! Gus hates gold diggers. He’ll definitely have Lucas dump her in the river to feed the fish!]

[Where’s the person who said he’d pay her $200 million to leave? Come out and take your beating! This is clearly a death sentence!]

My heart tightened as I read.

Had the comments lied to me?

Did Gus have no intention of throwing money at me? Did he want to use it to buy my life?

I instinctively took a small step back, already turning my toes toward the door.

The moment he said the word, I’d sprint out of there.

Gus casually snapped the cigarette in his hand and tossed it onto the table.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze settling on my face.

The distance between us closed.

I heard him let out a cold laugh.

“Are you that short on money?”

His voice was low and husky, with a dangerous chill to it.

My scalp prickled, but I still forced myself to nod. “I am.”

“Short on money enough to risk your life?”

“I do want to live,” I said honestly. “But for enough money, I might be willing to take the risk.”

Lucas sucked in a sharp breath.

Gus suddenly went still.

He stared at me, the tip of his nose twitching almost imperceptibly.

I was born with a soft, milky-sweet scent, and it grew stronger whenever I got hot and sweaty.

My palms were sweating from nerves now, so the sweet scent naturally drifted toward him.

Some of the gloom in Gus’ eyes seemed to lift.

He watched me stare fixedly at his wallet, looking like a total money-grubber, and the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

“I brought it.”

I blinked. “Brought what?”

“The paperwork.”

Gus leaned back in his wheelchair, his tone casual.

“We can get married. I’ll give you $200 million as a wedding gift.”

The private room fell silent again.

Lucas’ jaw dropped all the way to the floor. “M-Mr. Cooper?”

The comments went wild too.

[Am I seeing things? Gus actually agreed?!]

[He’s not paying off a beggar. He’s handing over his entire fortune!]

[Weren’t we told he was cold, ruthless, and uninterested in women? Why is he practically throwing $200 million at her?]

My head buzzed. All I could think about was the $200 million.

“Sign this.”

Gus pushed a contract toward me.

I couldn’t even make out what it said. I grabbed the pen and signed “Stella Hayes” in big letters.

The moment I finished, my phone chimed.

I looked down and saw a bank deposit notification.

I counted the zeros until my eyes crossed. Two hundred million dollars!

I was so thrilled I nearly dropped to my knees and thanked Gus on the spot.