Chapter 13

“Miss Taylor, my boss asked me to give you this.”

The moment he said that, the guests who were about to leave froze and turned their heads to look.

Someone couldn’t help blurting out, “Whoa, who is that girl anyway?

Someone’s throwing money at her like it’s nothing.”

“No wonder she stopped bidding. Turns out she just raised her hand twice for fun.”

“A ring that costs 270 million?! Who’s the mystery person in Room 7?”

“Wait a sec, I remember now—that girl’s the heiress of the Taylor family, the one who caused a scene at the Hawthorne funeral.”

“Wasn’t she supposed to be slow?”

“Slow? You think the VIP in Room 7 is blind or something? Handing out billions to a so-called idiot?”

Just about to leave, Mara clenched her fists hard, jealousy flaring in her eyes.

…

Cassandra’s breath hitched a little. She ignored the whispering and didn’t reach out for the “gift.” Instead, she calmed herself and asked, “Can I know who the per