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."

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

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

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

she have to steal Master Orson's painting from us? Not only that, but she also raised the price too high. How are we supposed to bid on it

We, however, don't belong here. People like us only manage to enter through unconventional means. "That means people with private rooms are worlds above us regarding social status. There are a lot of ears

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

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

think we can pin everything on

that has happened? I don't know how you can still

shame to us. I can't even consider her one of us. I hate the fact 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

did you say we can't blame everything on

we both know Bonnie can't even