The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

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I got into my car, put him on loudspeaker, and buckled up. “Well, I reported my deadbeat sperm donor, and now he’s going to jail. Thought I should tell Mom the good news!”

Soren chuckled. “You’re efficient.”

“Of course! I’m not going to be his scapegoat!” I grinned. “I’m not going to jail in his place, that’s for sure!”

“Honestly, you’ve impressed me again.”

“Thanks, but let’s get back on track. Why are you calling me?” I asked, steering the conversation back to its course.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to know if your injury’s healed.”

I suddenly remembered it. I’d been so busy that I had completely forgotten. I rolled up my sleeves and glanced at it.

“It’s healing up nicely! No pain or itching anymore. Thanks for asking.”

“My pleasure.”

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Just like that, the conversation seemed to stall. There was an awkward pause, but also something oddly interesting in the air.

started,

want the call to

“Hmm?”

lunch together. I owe you a meal, right? I promised I’d buy you lunch when you’re free, to thank you for always

was a brief

he probably had a packed afternoon ahead. “Actually, never mind! You’re probably really

now,

so let’s-”

go. Where should we meet?”

random thought. You’ve been busy with

you regret inviting me to lunch!” “No! That’s not it!

“Sounds good.”

about 40 minutes to get to the Oriole from

though. We’ve got time.”

She was predictably confused. “Which VVIP is it this time, girl? You’re racking up debts, aren’t

pretty literal point. The Oriole was Metropolis‘ premier restaurant. An average person could easily spend their entire monthly salary just to eat there. And here I was, supposedly owing

Chapter 138

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should be saving

“T–The same guy… As the 1–last time…”