The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 209

I didn’t say anything in response. Maybe it was true–maybe they were more than just “siblings” or friends. I certainly thought it was possible.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

“The food’s here. Let’s dig in,” I said, determined to change the subject.

As we were eating, two people passed by us.

Then, a loud, sharp voice called out, sweetly but sharply, “Oh my God, is that you, Taylor Jones? And Amanda Collins, too! I guess it’s for the centennial, huh?”

We both turned at the same time to see a young woman draped in jewelry and heavy makeup.

It took me a moment to finally call out, tentatively, “Is that you, Candy Frieze?”

Amanda, ever bold, added, “Who the hell operated on your face? I didn’t even recognize you!”

Candy’s expression faltered.

how

pursed her lips. “She taught me honesty,

this escalate into an argument. This was my best friend’s restaurant, and I didn’t want anything to tarnish its reputation or

“Did you come back from abroad just for the

crossed her arms and looked away, strutting a bit. “Not exactly. I’ve achieved quite a lot out there, and now I’m back to start my own business. I just thought I’d show up at the centennial to catch

“Wow.

I replied, offering a smile.

nemesis back then. We had similar grades, the same social status, and

was the one who edged out with more

each other again. I didn’t expect her to still

like a doll now, but her original

just blended in with the

part was that

compliment,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

now, right? Are you sure you can even afford