"Lyla, have a drink!"
Ryan raised his glass first.
This bottle of Louis XIII was quite legendary. Yana, Yasmin, and Lyla—his devoted bootlickers—had all tasted it. It was well worth the money.
After clinking glasses and taking a sip, Lyla admired the beautiful night view of the city. Feeling a bit tipsy, she tenderly asked, "Ryan, you don't lack money at all. Why do you pretend to be so poor at school?"
"Going to the cafeteria to pour out swill, running takeout, washing dishes, and so on... I really can't figure it out," Ryan replied with a wry smile.
Lyla blinked her big, innocent, and curious eyes, resembling a white lotus wondering why rich people acted so strangely.
Ryan continued, "My family takes care of it. Don't ask me about it. My living expenses card plus WhatsApp only has 1,000 dollars."
Yet, with one swipe of his other card, he spent one million.