I Love You, Miss Genius

"Huh?!" Benedict almost bit his tongue from shock. He looked down at his outfit and felt like he was wearing a suit made of money instead of fabric.

Bonnie casually said, "You can bid on anything you like."

Then, one of Orson's paintings appeared onstage with a starting price of four million dollars. Benedict was stunned beyond words, thinking that it was just a painting. 'Just how expensive can it be?'

Bonnie saw his reaction and thought he liked it. She said, "Three million dollars!"

He gasped. "S-Sis?! Do you like that painting?"

She asked back, "I thought you liked it?"

His jaw dropped. Of course, he was moved, but he hastily explained, "N-Not really. I was just surprised that a painting could be worth that much."

guess I'll stop bidding then. I don't even have to bid on it, either. I know Orson personally, so it wouldn't have

know Bonnie's incredible, but the more I learn about her, the less I think I

toward the private room, and Yolanda asked in exasperation, "Who was that? She's dumping loads of cash where it's unnecessary.

but she also raised the price too high.

people with private rooms are worlds above us regarding social status.

shut her mouth and scanned her surroundings. Once she was sure no one had heard her, she sighed in relief and said, "You have a point. I should watch my mouth around here. Still, it's a

"It's all Bonnie's fault. Why else would she have torn Master Orson's painting during the party? I still can't believe she rejected us when we asked her

don't think we can pin everything

you can still defend that girl. Don't tell me you still consider her

that our blood runs through her veins. The thought of it makes me want to bleed her out." The disdain in Harold's eyes was

say we can't blame

we both know Bonnie can't even ask Master Orson to make a painting for her. She must've used