My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283: Bowing Down for Money

Amina was pulled inside. Simone Vaughn set down the takeout, kindly invited her to sit, and had her friend pour a glass of water for her.

"You must be exhausted, still out working so late. You look thirsty. Here, have a glass of water."

Amina had been delivering food for a long time, but this was the first time she’d ever met such a considerate customer—one who actually invited her inside for a drink of water.

She was touched but politely declined.

"Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m not thirsty. It’s just part of my job. You’re being far too kind."

Simone Vaughn said, "No, you’re the one being too polite. We’re both girls here. It’s not like I’m going to do anything to you, so why be so cautious? Go on, drink. It’s just water; it’s not like it costs anything."

She insisted, pressing the glass into Amina’s hands. It was impossible to refuse such kindness, so Amina had no choice but to accept it and take a small sip.

Simone Vaughn sat down across from her, studying her face and batting her large eyes.

"You’re so beautiful. You don’t look very old, either. How did you end up delivering food?"

The question made Amina a little uncomfortable, but Simone Vaughn’s act was so completely harmless that it would have been rude not to answer. She had no choice but to reply.

"I don’t have many qualifications, so I couldn’t find a better job. Delivering food was my only option. You’re the one who’s beautiful."

For once, Simone Vaughn acted modest.

"We’re wearing makeup, but you’re a natural beauty. I get the feeling you might be of mixed heritage. Are you? If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your background?"

The compliments grew more and more extravagant. Amina was both happy and shy, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper red.

"Oh no, not at all. I belong to an ethnic minority. People from where I’m from look a bit different from the Han majority."

’An ethnic minority?’

’How would an out-of-towner from some ethnic minority know Zeke Walton?’

Of course, that was a question Simone Vaughn couldn’t ask out loud.

"Oh, is that right? No wonder. Which one, if you don’t mind me asking? Is it far from Veridia? This is the first time I’ve met a delivery driver from an ethnic minority. Did a relative or friend bring you here? What made you decide to come to Veridia?"

Amina, being honest to a fault, told her where her hometown was and that a relative had helped her get here. Just like that, Simone Vaughn had figured out her entire backstory.

’So she really is just some delivery girl from the boonies. Hmph!’

A flicker of contempt flashed in her eyes as her gaze slid down to Amina’s bracelet.

The bracelet looked utterly out of place with her delivery driver’s uniform.

’Besides, what young woman with even a shred of taste wears a gold bracelet?’

’In Simone Vaughn’s mind, it was the tacky hallmark of a middle-aged woman from some backwater town.’

The comparison filled her with confidence. ’Zeke must be blind,’ she thought, before turning back to Amina with a pointed, sarcastic comment.

"I see... Your bracelet is quite pretty."

Anyone would let their guard down after being praised so meticulously by a beautiful woman, let alone someone as naive as Amina.

She glanced down at her bracelet and shared earnestly.

"Thank you. I just got it yesterday."

Simone Vaughn’s expression shifted, her tone becoming a condescending interrogation.

"A New Year’s gift to yourself?"

"Sort of. A friend gave it to me."

The word "friend" reminded her that Zeke Walton was still waiting outside. Amina stood up.

"I’m sorry, I can’t chat any longer. My friend is waiting for me, and I still have more deliveries to make. I should get going."

’A friend gave it to her? And he’s waiting for her outside?’

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