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."

it was. I 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 been an issue to

the more I learn about her, the less I think I

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

from us? Not only that, but she also raised the price too high. How are

respective cities. We, however, don't belong here. People like us only manage to enter through unconventional means. "That means people with private rooms are worlds

her, she sighed in relief and said, "You have a point. I should watch my mouth around here. Still, it's

would she have torn Master Orson's painting during the party? I still can't believe she rejected us

we can pin everything

know how you can still defend that girl. Don't tell me you

that our blood runs through her veins. The

you say we can't blame everything on

at the painting on the stage, he explained, "I think we both know Bonnie can't even ask Master Orson to make a painting for