No Strings Attached

As the host passed the gifts to Clara, he fawned over her with an avalanche of well-wishes. Heidi nearly cracked her teeth from clenching them so hard in frustration. At the auction, Clara had spent a cool twenty million plus, amassing a mountain of gift boxes.

Roger snapped a photo and sent it over to lan. [Your lady's burning through cash like there's no tomorrow. You gonna let her shop till she drops? Look at all this stuff.] lan's reply came swiftly. [She spending your inheritance or something? Back off, buddy.]

Roger couldn't help but laugh in irritation. That blockhead lan, once clueless, now transformed into a husband completely bewitched by his wife. Roger had to admit, even he couldn't compete. The auction gave way to a charity dinner.

Clara instructed the staff to deliver her haul straight to her home. Heidi scoffed as she watched the staff bowing and scraping to Clara. She raised her voice deliberately, "Attorney Clara sure knows how to flash the cash. A single auction and there goes over twenty million of lan's fortune. At this rate, even the Hayes' deep pockets will feel the pinch."

of everyone around them. Clara, who came from humble beginnings, had scaled the social ladder by marrying

dismissive chuckle, "And what relation are you to the Hayes family, Ms.

stand hypocrites like you. On the courtroom steps you preach about female empowerment and independence, yet here you are, nothing but a glorified gold digger leaning on a

at the pile of gift boxes held by the staff. In her mind, Clara

replied coolly, "You think I'm like you? A do-nothing heiress who wouldn't last a day without

a smug laugh, "Lucky me, born with a silver spoon. And you? You've got to sell yourself to get

reliant on their parents' wealth? But Clara was different. Her luxury was bought not by privilege, but by what Heidi saw as

judgment. She pulled out a card from her purse and held

snatched the card, and to