"You're moving out? Are you kidding me?" Andria crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair with a cold smirk. Having grown up watching Ryan Thompson, she knew exactly what he was like.
Timid and cowardly, he was as weak as they came. If it weren't for Ryan's grandfather passing away, Andria would have had to look after him for many more years. Ryan had always been clueless, and why was that?
Because he had her as his childhood caretaker, doing everything for him. He was practically spoiled, always having his meals served and his clothes handed to him.
Andria had taken care of Ryan like that since they were kids. Back then, she didn't mind; it was expected. Even when Ryan was broke, she would go without food just to buy him things. Ryan probably couldn't even do his own laundry. The idea of him moving out? Andria found it laughable, even ridiculous!
How could he think he could just sleep on the streets without her? Where would he go? "I'm not joking. I'm moving out today," Ryan insisted. The house would be transferred tomorrow, and he could check into a hotel tonight.
Andria furrowed her brows. "Do you think finding five thousand bucks makes you a millionaire? You want to live on your own? You'll run out of money in a week, at most! You better not come crawling back to
me like a dog!"
"I won't," Ryan shook his head defiantly. Andria looked at him again. Normally, when she scolded him, he would just take it without a word. But today, he seemed so calm, acting like he was a big shot just because he found a couple of bucks. What a short-sighted fool!
Andria was convinced her decision was right. "Do whatever you want, if you want to move out!" she said with disdain.
"Thanks," Ryan replied, turning to leave without a second thought, which only infuriated Andria! Just then, her phone rang. Without looking at it, she coldly answered, "Hello, what is it?"
"Andria, what kind of tone is that when you talk to me?" A man's voice came through the phone.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Benjamin, I didn't realize it was you," Andria quickly apologized.
"I heard your training company has been struggling lately. Would you like me to introduce some people to help with your business?"
"Yes!" Andria exclaimed, surprised. Her training company had indeed been feeling the pinch lately, and she had been losing over ten thousand dollars for several months. She was even considering selling it.
"I've booked a room at the Ritz Hotel for today. The room number is 098. Just come over," he said.
"The hotel?" Andria hesitated. "Mr. Benjamin, how about I take you to the best restaurant in the city instead?"
"Why not come? You don't want to give me face?" "No, it's just that the hotel.." "Forget it then. The business I'm offering you is for my friend's company, which has over fifty people needing training.
Think about how much you could
earn. If you don't come, it's gone. It's up to you."
"Hey, Mr. Benjamin..." Ryan tried to continue, but the call had already
ended. She bit her lip, realizing that if she didn't secure any orders this month, her company might have to shut down.
After thinking it over, Andria decided to take the risk. She left the school, drove back, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw Ryan Thompson coming out with a bag, Andria's expression turned cold.
"Wife..." Ryan began, but as soon as he said those two words, Andria shook her head in disgust, cutting him off. "Don't call me that!"
"Well, Andria, no matter what, you've been taking care of me since Grandpa passed away. You've provided for me, given me food and money. If you..." Ryan Thompson began.
"If I what? Are you saying that when you begged to come back, you expected me to let you in again?" Andria interrupted with an impatient sneer.
"No, I mean if you ever have any difficulties, you can come to me," Ryan replied. After all, having slept with Andria for so long-even if nothing happened he still felt grateful to her.
"Come to you? What good would that do? Can you give me money? Can you give me status? Can you bring clients to my company? You can't even afford to treat me to a meal, and you want me to Come to
you?" Andria laughed, her tone icy and indifferent.
She had never expected Ryan to do anything for her. "If you need money, I can actually help you.. " Ryan said helplessly. He still had over a million left after buying his house, and giving it to Andria wouldn't be a problem.
He could just call his mom, and the
money would be transferred immediately. Ryan wasn't short on cash anymore. "Keep your money for instant noodles; I want to see how long you can last," Andria scoffed.
Ryan sighed, not bothering to argue. He picked up his packed bag and headed out. With a loud bang, Andria slammed the door shut. She needed to put on makeup and head to the Ritz Hotel for an appointment, hoping to bring some change to her company tonight.
Ryan took a taxi to the Ritz Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in the city, where even the cheapest room cost three hundred and fifty dollars a night!
In the past, he couldn't afford such luxury, but things were different now. As he prepared to enter, he was startled to see Andria's car pull into the parking lot. What was she doing here?
This was a hotel!
Ryan felt a bitter pang in his chest. Was his wife really going to meet another man? Well, they hadn't been married, so technically they weren't a couple anymore. Now that he had moved out, it was over between them. Who was she seeing? Why should he care? Yet, despite trying to convince himself otherwise, the thought that Andria might be doing something behind his back left a sour taste in his mouth.
To avoid being seen by Andria, Ryan Thompson quickly found a place to hide until Andria went inside. After a moment of hesitation about whether to stay here, he decided, "What the heck, I'm already here."
He grabbed his luggage and walked in, but as soon as he stepped through the door, a sarcastic voice rang out from outside, "Oh, look who it is! It's Ryan Thompson, the guy who found money and kept it for himself!" Ryan turned to see Jasmine wrapped around her boyfriend, Ethan.
Jasmine's expression was filled with disdain. What was someone like him doing in such a fancy hotel? Just trying to show off!
"Who's that?" Ethan asked casually, glancing at Ryan. "Ryan Thompson, a classmate of mine. Let me tell you, this guy hit the jackpot when he found five thousand bucks but didn't return it. He actually spent it himself. What a scumbag!" Jasmine mocked.
"Oh, I see. Maybe he's just broke and needed to eat, or perhaps he's never seen five thousand bucks before?" Ethan scrutinized Ryan a bit more, a smirk forming on his lips.
"I can't even deal with people like him. It's disgusting to know someone like that," Jasmine said, pulling Ethan further inside, ignoring Ryan completely.
Ryan frowned and walked in with his luggage. "I'd like to book a standard single room," Ethan said, pulling out his ID. Jasmine shyly followed suit with her ID.
"Sorry, all the standard rooms are fully booked today," the receptionist said apologetically.
Ethan frowned. "What about a king-sized room?" "Sorry, those are also fully booked. The only room left is the presidential suite." "The presidential suite? How much is that?" Ethan asked tentatively.
They usually booked a standard room for three hundred and fifty, which was already a stretch for students. The presidential suite would cost at least six thousand.
"Hello, it's 6000 for the night."
"Over six thousand? That's too expensive," Ethan shook his head.
"What day is it today? Come on, let's head to the next place," Jasmine muttered, pulling Ethan along as they walked outside.
However, when she spotted Ryan Thompson approaching the front desk, she scoffed. "This loser thinks he's a big shot just because he found five thousand bucks. Can you believe he dares to come to a place like this to book a room?" Jasmine looked down on people like him.
Five thousand dollars? After paying her four hundred, he was left with just four thousand five hundred. Did he really think he could afford a room? There were no standard rooms left, only the presidential suite.
Ryan would probably faint when he heard the price. Ethan smirked at her comment, but then his expression changed. "Wait!" He frowned, surprised to see Ryan Thompson heading to the elevator with a room key. What was going on? Weren't there no standard rooms available? Jasmine noticed his reaction and felt furious. "That front desk is lying to me! They said there were no standard rooms left. Do they think I'm easy to push around?"