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"Sylvia is my servant! She's just someone I send on errands! I'm the one paying! It's me! And you're just a singer. You have no right to look down on me!" The celebrity, amused at Lawrence's fury, shot me a playful wink. "In that case, Mr. Carter, let's settle my appearance fee first." Hearing that, Lawrence, who had just been throwing a fit and smashing things, froze in place. He shot me a bewildered look. "Sylvia, how do you even handle things? How come the appearance fee still hasn't been paid?" I looked at Lawrence's stunned face and gave him a big, cheeky smile. "I'm your maid, Mr. Carter. Since when does a maid pay for something like this?"

She simpers. Excellent.

I had just finished seeing off a client. He was an old high school classmate, Zion Foster. He wanted to invest in our company last year, but Jason refused, insisting that he had ulterior motives for me. After spending some time with him over the past few days, it was clear that he was nothing but straightforward and full of good ideas. Jason was just being paranoid. Speaking of the devil, there he was. When I turned around, Jason suddenly appeared behind me, making me jump in shock.

I did not have time to deal with her because a voice suddenly rang in my head. “Congrats, host! You’ve completed your mission. The Simp System is now deactivated.” My sanity finally returned!

Then he looked at the pendant in the box. "But you showed up. You gave me this. Told me not to think I had it worst. That there were people in this world suffering far more than I could imagine. I felt ashamed, Mindy. I saw the crash. I knew those were your parents. And you were so calm. So strong. Compared to you, I was nothing." Tyler stayed in France. He never said he loved me. Not once. He knew that somewhere in my heart, the boy from that summer had taken root. That boy—forever young, forever vivid—still lived inside me. But he stayed by my side anyway. Always close enough to see when I turned my head.

You two are the official ship! [You still love him, that's obvious. Why nuke it over one misunderstanding? Sure, he screwed up, but he's learned his lesson.] [Exactly! Relationships take compromise. Calling it simping is too much!] Annoyed, I killed the feed and shot a text to my childhood bestie—Kelly, who was in Selvora for work: [Wanna grab a drink, gorgeous?] Kelly: [On my way 😘] Half an hour later, we were tucked in a lounge corner, tequila in hand.

Paige came outside, turned and entered the next compartment, and was surprised to see the middle-aged man inside. "Uncle, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came." Simeon Harrison is forty-five years old this year, with a smile in his eyes. "You are a busy person. I tried calling you, but couldn't get through. You have grown a lot in the past few years abroad. Paige, you look more beautiful than ever."

Krista rolls her eyes. “A Simp is a guy who will do anything for his girl. Paint toes, cook dinners, carry her everywhere, buy her anything, all of it,” Daisy explains. “Like Krista said, no one expects it of you. Tony for Sophie, makes total sense. He has been her Simp since they met.” “Damn right,” I nod and crinkle my nose at my woman. Sophie is mine now. All mine! “I take care of Krista, don’t I, Baby?” Zach asks, giving her a pout in the rearview mirror.