Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 57

Chapter 8

Lucifer, who’d been ignoring me completely, finally couldn’t sit still.

Three days after Sinclair Corp’s stock tanked, he showed up at my apartment door.

“Ophelia, is what they’re saying online true?”

“You’re Chairman Ravencrest’s daughter? Why did you hide this from me?”

Even now, he felt zero guilt-just obsessed with my real identity.

When I didn’t respond, he got desperate.

He grabbed me like old times, looking at me with those eyes that used to hold a hint of apology, his voice going soft and coaxing:

“Ophelia, talk to me. I’ve been swamped lately-that’s why I haven’t come to see you.”

“I got all those posts taken down. No one’s gonna mess with you anymore. The Venomia thing was my fault-I shouldn’t have fallen for her manipulation.”

He paused, then asked:

“Ophelia, will you give me a chance to make this right?”

I nodded.

Seeing me agree, he lit up with hope.

I told him to wait in the living room and headed to the kitchen, coming back with a bucket.

He poked his head out, curious, about to ask-

When I dumped a whole bucket of red paint over him, head to toe.

“Ophelia! What the hell are you doing!”

Lucifer stumbled backward, wiping his face, completely losing his shit.

I tossed the bucket aside and calmly pulled out some wet wipes to clean my hands.

“You promised me a top-tier ruby necklace after the interview. Well, now you don’t need to. I’m giving you red paint instead Consider us even.”

Clagers

Hearing this, he ignored his pathetic state and grabbed my wrist, face pale as death, trying to explain:

“Venomia kept throwing herself at me-I just got played! But never meant to betray you!”

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and yanked my hand away.

“Lucifer Sinclair, I might have been love-drunk, but I’m not stupid!”

I stared at him coldly:

“When Grandma was hospitalized, you didn’t come explain. When I was getting cyberbullied, you didn’t explain. But the second Venomia backstabbed you, your stock crashed, and you found out I’m an heiress-suddenly you want to explain?”

“Let me guess-after begging for forgiveness, your next move is asking me to help stabilize Sinclair Corp’s stock price?”

Lucifer went completely rigid, the parts of his face not stained with red paint turning ghostly white.

Red and white-what a sight.

“Ophelia, I fucked up. I really know I fucked up just give me one chance, okay?”

I crossed my arms and shook my head.

“Nope, You’ve got one minute to get out of my place. I already called the cops.”

Proud-as-hell Lucifer couldn’t handle being humiliated.

Hearing “cops,” his feet automatically moved toward the door.

But then he thought about Sinclair Corp-everything he’d built-about to crumble.

Right before leaving, he steeled himself and dropped to his knees,

His voice even cracked a little:

“Ophelia, please-half of Sinclair Corp is built on your blood and sweat. Without the intel and connections you gave me, it never would’ve succeeded. Can you really watch it all fall apart?”

I laughed coldly.

Shaking my head again at my own terrible judgment.

How the hell did I ever fall for such a selfish, cold-hearted bastard?

At least it wasn’t too late to wise up.

Chapter 8

Instead of answering his question, I spoke louder into my phone:

“Officer, the crazy guy’s in apartment 808. If you could just-

Before I finished, Lucifer bolted out of there like a shot.

I calmly called the cleaning service:

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