Pax casually mentioned, "I'm in Paris to do small culinary jobs. I get 30 euros an hour. Not bad, right?"
For the fashion show, the organizers provided boxed lunches for all the designers. And, in a thoughtful touch, the meals were tailored to each designer’s nationality and dietary preferences. A task this big and complex needed a lot of hands on deck.
Chloe wasn’t suspicious. In fact, she watched Pax with admiration. "Impressive, you know how to make money wherever you go."
Pax scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.
Nina, ever the curious one, asked Chloe, "Is everything they say online true? Are you really the wrong daughter of that wealthy family?"
Chloe nodded without hesitation. "Yep, that’s me."
Nina, clearly indignant, burst out, "That’s so unfair! They’re using your talent to gain fame without giving you anything in return, Chloe..."
Nina couldn't continue. Chloe's situation was just too pitiful. She was nothing more than a tool for the Meadows family.
Chloe seemed to read Nina’s thoughts. Her smile was dazzling. "Save your pity. When I go back home, I’ll inherit 20% of the Meadows Group shares—wait, make that 40%."
Chloe then shared the details of her bet with Lisa. Nina and Pax were both stunned. After a brief moment of shock, they gave her a thumbs-up, faces full of admiration.
No wonder the real heiress had a meltdown at the competition. Losing 20% of her shares must’ve been a hard blow.
After dinner, it was time to say goodbye. Chloe had already booked her flight home. Pax and Nina were both reluctant to part.
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