Lianne's laptop was at the library, so her desk was neat and tidy. The only things on it were a water glass, some books, and a few lipsticks standing in a row.
She leaned back lazily in her chair, scrolling through messages in a small WeChat group. It was mostly the rich kids from her social circle planning where to go blow their money.
As she scrolled idly, a new WeChat notification popped up.
Young Master: "Didn't you say you don't spend money on men?"
Lianne: "Just tell me if you're free or not."
Young Master: "I am."
Lianne: "Then let's set it for six o'clock for now."
Everything she had bought for Seth Sinclair before had been with his money. This was, in fact, the first time she would be spending her own money on a man.
Lianne searched online and picked one of Imperia's few Black Pearl-rated hot pot restaurants—the one with the shortest travel time.
She booked a relatively secluded table by the window with an open view.
