Give Me The Money!

After their meeting at Jacques Bistro Restaurant, Brentley and Claire had exchanged phone numbers, but Claire had never taken the initiative to call Brentley.

Now, as Brentley stared at the name "Claire Harris" on his phone screen, his face was filled with confusion. He couldn't understand why Claire would call him so late.

Graham noticed the name "Claire Harris" on Brentley's phone and couldn't help but chuckle. "Brentley, your fiancee is calling you. Why aren't you answering?"

"Yeah, pick up the phone!" Tyree chimed in.

Brentley hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button. He spoke softly, "Hello?"

"Where are you right now?" Claire's voice came through the phone, carrying a hint of coldness.

"I'm at the Sunset Bar. What's up?" Brentley replied, slightly puzzled.

"Wait for me at the Sunset Bar. I'll come find you," Claire said curtly, and before Brentley could ask what was going on, she hung up.

Seeing the call end, Brentley sighed and put his phone away, looking a bit helpless.

"Brentley, what did your fiancee say?" Graham asked curiously.

"It's nothing, let's go," Brentley replied calmly. At this moment, Brentley had no intention of revealing his identity to Tyree and Graham. If he told Graham that Claire Harris would personally come to find him later, they would definitely stay to see his fiancee.

If Graham and Tyree found out Claire's true identity, Brentley might not be able to explain things clearly. So, he decided to leave first and then sneak back later.

Seeing Brentley's somewhat off expression, Graham and Tyree didn't press further and left the bar with him.

A few minutes later, Brentley parted ways with Graham and Tyree at the university gate and returned alone to the Sunset Bar, quietly waiting for Claire to arrive.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a taxi pulled up in front of the Sunset Bar. But the person who stepped out wasn't Claire; it was Erica, whom Brentley had previously taken advantage of. Today, Erica was dressed beautifully in a pink dress and high heels, her long legs exposed to the air, stylish and exquisite.

Erica glanced briefly at the entrance of the Sunset Bar. When she saw Brentley, a flash of disgust crossed her eyes. She then walked directly up to him in her high heels.

"Wasn't it your sister who wanted to see me? What are you doing here?" Brentley asked Erica softly.

"Do you think I want to see a useless trash picker like you?" Erica retorted sharply. She continued, "My sister had something to do and couldn't make it. She sent me to give you your living expenses."

"Living expenses?" Brentley was taken aback by her words.

"Didn't my sister promise to give you ten thousand dollars a month? Here's a hundred thousand! That's ten months' worth of living expenses..."

Erica spoke as she pulled a thick envelope from her bag and handed it to Brentley.

It was only when Brentley saw the envelope that he remembered the deal he had made with Claire. He had indeed asked Erica for ten thousand dollars a month as living expenses.

Brentley reached out to take the envelope, but Erica seemed to do it on purpose, she let go of it just as he was about to grab it.

"Thud!"

The envelope fell to the ground.

Brentley paused for a moment, staring at the envelope on the floor, but he didn't say anything. He slowly bent down to pick it up.

Seeing Brentley's reaction, Erica's face twisted with even more disdain. She couldn't help but mock him, "Brentley, are you even a man? A man needing money from my sister, it's pathetic. You're the most useless man I've ever met..."

"Your sister is my fiancee, soon to be my wife. Spending her money is perfectly justified. What does it have to do with you?" Brentley replied calmly. He then opened the envelope right in front of Erica and began counting the money seriously.

"You..."

Erica was left speechless by Brentley's words.

"No wonder all the students at your school laugh at you. No wonder your ex-girlfriend broke up with you. You're a real piece of work, living off a woman so shamelessly. I can't believe there's a man like you in this world!"

Erica's mouth moved non-stop, venting all her dissatisfaction with Brentley.

"A man like me?"

Brentley's eyes flashed with a strange light as he heard Erica's words.

"That's right, men like you are truly disgusting!" Erica quickly said.

"Heh..." Brentley Carter looked at Erica with a faint smile, then without a second thought, he reached into the envelope and pulled out all a hundred thousand dollars, tossing it into the air.

With a whoosh, a thousand red bills fluttered in the wind, creating a spectacular scene.

"Brentley, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" Erica shouted at Brentley, her expression extremely agitated after seeing the money fly away.

"Pick up all this money from the ground and hand it over to me," Brentley said to Erica, his face expressionless.

"You threw the money away, why should I pick it up for you? Take it or leave it!" Erica naturally wouldn't listen to Brentley and pick up the money.

"Not going to pick it up, huh?" Brentley smiled faintly and continued, "Then go back and tell Claire that I didn't receive my living expenses for this month. If I don't see this ten thousand dollars within three days, our previous agreement is null and void, and she must become my legal wife!"

"Brentley, you..." Erica started to speak, but Brentley turned and walked away without waiting for her to finish.

Erica hesitated for a moment. She knew her task today was to deliver the money to Brentley. If he didn't receive it, she would have to make up the money herself.

Even though Erica came from a wealthy family and was a typical rich girl, she was still just a student, and a hundred thousand dollars was no small amount for her.

"Brentley, you jerk!"

Erica shouted angrily, then quickly bent down to start picking up the cash scattered on the floor.

However, the people in the bar had already noticed the money and rushed out to grab it.

"Stop! That's my money! Stop it!"

Erica yelled desperately as she saw the crowd rushing out.

But it was as if no one heard her. They continued to scramble for the money, even Ophelia, Farrah, and Taylor joined in the frenzy.

The once arrogant Erica now looked like a madwoman, scrambling on the floor to pick up the money, looking utterly disheveled.

Not far away, Brentley couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He hailed a cab and prepared to head home. It was past ten o'clock at night.

Brentley returned home alone. Maybe it was because of what happened with Wynter, or maybe it was because of what Erica had said to him earlier, but he wasn't in a good mood.

Distracted, Brentley went upstairs and was about to enter his home when he noticed that Phoebe's room door was open. Phoebe was sitting on the couch, chatting happily with a handsome young man, a bright smile on her face.

Brentley froze when he saw the young man.