"Her ass will be at your rcy!!"
The difference between the two groups was almost impossible to tell because, honestly, everyone looked the sa.
This wasn't so gangster gathering where you could just point out people by how shiny their chains were or the car they drove.
A Richard Mille worth $200,000 couldn't exactly be used as a demarcation line.
Standing above how much one had in their accounts was the question: who did you know?
To a billionaire, a close-knit relationship with the wife of a multi-billionaire could be seen as more valuable than one with another fellow billionaire.
The people talked and laughed with one another, sipping from glasses and adorning smiles, and one would need discerning eyes to see that there were two small regions on the deck and that only a select few people moved between these regions.
While we waited for Catherine's glorious mont, the woman introduced to people whom, as she said, could serve as good subordinates or was it pawns?
Catherine was one of the select people that could move between the regions, and while she talked with so tall young man in a red coat, I stole a glass of wine off a passing tray and used it to down the red round serving I had just eaten. The thing looked like a mini atball but wasn't.
"You're still going for more?"
"Yes. I don't know what this is, but I love it."
"It's a red curp."
"Red curp? What's that?"
"A rare, expensive al made from the flesh of sea horses. Each ball costs $1,000."
Picking another red curp from the tray in front of , I was just about to put it in my mouth when I heard the words of the female beside and paused.
First, my gaze landed on the large tray on the table, which carried more than a hundred balls, and then it quickly went to the female.
"How much did you say a single one costs?"
"$1,000."
"That's impossible. Nothing is that expensive."
"Blue seahorses are very rare. They can't be reared in artificial habitats, and they can only be found in the deep sea.
Red curps are that expensive."
First, my hand went to my stomach, rembering I had just eaten about six of them. Then I looked at the brunette in black.
"Do you happen to have a leather bag in your purse?"
"No. Why?"
The female beside was lissa Tam. She was a much closer acquaintance of Amber's or maybe even a friend and for the anti, while Catherine was reminding people of her existence, she left with her.
Though I was sure there weren't up to a thousand red curps, I knew there were definitely over a hundred, and I couldn't help picturing the money from selling them.
"You're not thinking about running off to go sell them, right?"
"I actually am," I shrugged.
Leon was right, I told myself.
At first thought, the al was a huge waste of money. But then I thought about it on a much deeper level. Unless I was using the money to help the less privileged, sales from this wouldn't really help.
"Three hundred thousand at most? Was I not the one gambling 300 million with Google?"
"Excuse ," I said to lissa, shortly disappearing and then about a minute later, popping back up with a large yellow plastic bag.
"You're kidding, right?" lissa muttered as I ca back to the food table.
Not replying to the woman, I began picking the red curps into the bag, my actions causing lissa's eyes to widen. The woman felt self-conscious and took a step back.
"Sir, please, excuse , but you can't do that."
Unfortunately, one of the waiters noticed my actions and ca to curtail them, but I was not to be deterred.
The waiter's complaint drew the attention of other waiters, and as a small commotion issued, the eyes of all on the deck went toward .
In no ti, a small circle had been ford around and the waiters, who couldn't restrain .
"Who is he?"
"How did a peasant get in here?"
"What are the guards doing?"
"What a lowlife."
"He must not have eaten for a week."
Rich people were not born inherently wicked or brought up wicked and evil or an. It was just that they saw the world differently, very differently.
Here I was, stealing goods worth several hundred thousand, and soone thought I was just being a lowlife and a peasant.
It didn't cross their minds why I didn't go after the other foods on the table. For so of them, though the red curps were more precious, als were still als, and only the hungry would steal such.
Well, whatever. My current actions were part of a plan bigger than their little heads.
"What is going on here?"
So far, everyone had chosen to be an observer, no one putting in a word about my actions.
Now the sudden appearance of a presence, one that chose to speak out drew everyone's attention.
The new presence was a man. He had on bright blue pants, white shoes, and a white shirt.
Holding a stick in hand, he walked toward the food table with dominant and confident steps, and then he fixed with a gaze waiting for my reply to his question.
"lissa, which other food here is super expensive?"
As I asked this question, I turned to a brunette wearing a black gown.
My attention on lissa brought the attention of the people watching to her, and she imdiately froze.
"Do you know him?" the man who had just arrived asked.
"No. I've never seen him before. I can't even figure out how he knows my na."
Seeing the disgust on lissa's face and the alignnt of all the others, the man turned back to with a much harsher expression.
"State who you are, or we'll have you imprisoned."
"Big words. When did you beco the police?"
"I'm not. I'll just report you to them for intrusion."
"Oh, you're making a mistake. I didn't intrude. I was invited here by soone, brought along, in fact."
I turned towards the crowd.
"Who is that soone, if I may?"
"Amber Jacobs."
Reviews
All reviews (0)