Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 107

Chapter 7

At first, I genuinely thought there was something wrong with my report

Read through it twice

Confirmed I wasn’t losing my mind.

Manager Fang and my colleagues seemed mentally intact too.

So Director Cross was the problem.

I had zero beef with this guy, and he just straight up fired me-what other explanation could there be?

I realized I’d been way too generous in my assumptions about rich people,

Money doesn’t make you more moral-otherwise, would regular folks like us be behind all that Epstein island shit and Korean chaebol scandals?

I was furious. Fired off a string of texts to Darius.

[Darius, what the hell are you doing?! Answer your phone!!!!!]

Radio silence, as usual.

Darius hadn’t contacted me in thirty-six straight hours.

I tossed my phone onto the glass coffee table-just this heavy black rectangle of nothing.

The anxiety was eating me alive.

Was Darius really planning to ghost me completely? Not even a heads-up, just cold shoulder me into oblivion?

Even if we were breaking up, wouldn’t he come back for his stuff?

Oh right-this ratty clothing isn’t worth shit. The Blackwood family has everything.

So what about me?

Am I just another piece of junk to him-worthless, disposable?

My vision started blurring.

Outside, the wind picked up and it started raining like some pathetic movie scene.

I wiped my nose and ran to the balcony to grab the undies.

We lived on the ground floor-“balcony” was generous, since it was basically separated from the street by some scraggly bushes.

The wind whipped our underwear around, tangling it in the shrubs.

I scrambled to collect those cotton panties, feeling even more miserable.

Darius always did my undies.

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Chapter 7

Despite that rebellious face of his, he was seriously thoughtful when we were together.

I used to buy lacy underwear all the time.

Darius would frown.

“Aren’t girls supposed to wear cotton? Pure cotton’s more comfortable, right?”

“But lace looks prettier.”

“Forget pretty-your health comes first!”

Darius would tell me seriously.

“Don’t make yourself uncomfortable trying to please me.”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“Come here, take them off.”

He’d reach for my pants with this coaxing tone, so gentle, but his movements had that eager impatience.

I’d catch on.

“Again?”

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