The Apocalypse Hoarder
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"Well, rich or not, we're still best friends, aren't we? I'm not some gold digger."
She lingered on the word friends. A true bitch would never burn bridges. A backup was still a backup.
Cyrus curled his lip in disdain and said no more.
Meanwhile, the Grand Heritage staff got to work unloading.
Cyrus had arranged with the property office to use a basement storeroom, and now the banquet tables were stacked neatly inside. Even 500 meals packed into lunchboxes took up surprisingly little space.
Prime rib, smoked salmon, Maine lobster, white truffles, caviar, aged cheeses—each box resembled a treasure chest.