The Realtor and My Fiancé
Clearly, you’re being kept.
I laughed coldly and asked Asher, “Do you believe that? That I, Gwen, would need to be kept by someone?”
He couldn’t respond. He didn’t dare.
He had the gall to trust Sophia’s lies about me, but the truth—that the daughter of a real estate tycoon like me wouldn’t need a sponsor—was too much for him to face.
I didn’t waste another second on them.
Pulling out my phone, I opened the family group chat and shared my location. Then I tagged everyone and sent a single, scathing message:
Bab Populer