Chapter 149. The Extremely Rich Guy

Ayana’s POV

Side by side, we walk to his house. “Welcome to my humble abode!” He hums when the door opens, and he ushers me to the blinding beauty of his abode.

The soft glow of the ambient lantern cast a cozy glow over the place. The beautifully curated decor adorns the walls in a rich theme, each one of them reflecting the impeccable taste of beauty and luxury that this place percolates. Everything is firsthand in terms of quality. Top-notch.

For a minute, I am reminded of the old days when I lived like a rich kid. And truth be told, I really miss that life. That life of being surrounded by riches. That life of having everything that world has to offer at your disposal. But do I regret being where I am now? Never! I would choose my ghetto a million times over being De Mario!

“Please, seat,” he guides to the cozy leather couch.

I seat down carefully. “Thank you,” I say, avoiding touching on the matter of his unbelievably luxurious life because