This time, I blinked innocently at them and said, “Why are you all looking at me? I was just a child from the mountain region. Treat it as a donation when you give me money.”
The moment I spoke, my father slammed his utensils on the table, his expression darkening. “You’re part of the Gomez family now. How can you be so narrow-minded?”
“I am narrow-minded,” I replied calmly. “Dad, Mom, I’d like to keep this money for myself. That way, when my next birthday comes, I can buy a plane ticket and see the Maldives with my own eyes. Is that alright?”
Just one sentence, and the entire table fell silent.
Guilt flickered across my mother’s face. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but I quietly set down my utensils.
“I’m done eating.”
With that, I rose and walked away.
After leaving the villa, I headed straight to the bank.
Was I kidding myself? I had snatched Belle’s room and talked back to all of them. What if they froze the card?
I needed to move fast.
When the bank clerk told me there were eight million in the account, my smile nearly reached my ears.
After settling everything at the bank, I headed straight to a rental agency. I found a place at a reasonable price.
Once I cleaned it up, I was just about to return to the Gomez residence when I opened the door and nearly jumped.
Someone was standing right outside.
I froze in surprise, and when I saw who it was, I couldn’t believe it.
“Lysander? What are you doing here?”
He hadn’t expected me to open the door so suddenly; his face flickered with shock, then flushed with a faint blush.
He stammered, “Jeanne, what a coincidence! I can’t believe we ran into each other here.”
I didn’t believe that for a second. Narrowing my eyes, I asked, “Lysander, are you following me?”
“No!” He waved his hands in a panic.
“Then how did you manage to find me so precisely?”
He stuttered for a while but couldn’t come up with an answer. In desperation, he suddenly grabbed my hand and blurted, “Jeanne, don’t move out of the Gomez residence. I’ll help you get a firm foothold there!”
I didn’t even have time to ask how he knew about my plans, because the moment his hand touched mine, a floating bullet comment flashed above his head.
[No. I don’t want to see the male lead holding hands with the female supporting character!]
[Don’t panic, folks, he has to woo the female supporting character first to end up with our precious Belle! But why is her affection level still at 0?]
