Lyla seized the opportunity to co over, patting Weston insistently as she demanded to switch seats with him, and then sat on the other side of Ryan.
With a sigh, she said, "Brother Ryan, don’t stoop to her level—she’s just been spoiled by her family."
"Don’t be fooled by the fact that they’ve all left, the relationships in the dorm behind closed doors aren’t that good, and besides, Tina’s foul temper isn’t directed at you."
Yana observed that this opponent was formidable and, smiling broadly, added, "Your dorm mates are really sothing—despite all their issues, you still feel at ease ordering Brother Ryan around…"
That remark imdiately drew her into the crossfire with an effortless, cutting impact.
Lyla, unembarrassed, laughed and said, "I’m not like them; my relationship with Brother Ryan has always been good."
Yana looked at her thoughtfully and remarked, "That certainly shows."
Yana was a ticulous person. That day at Domina, she had already seen that Talia wasn’t soone to be trusted, so she quietly added the WhatsApp accounts of the two waiters who had received tips.
Originally, she intended to keep an eye on that vixen, but the next day she received so news that wasn’t exactly disastrous.
In the waiters’ eyes, it wasn’t just Yasmin but also that fat guy—they were probably discussing so business, after all, it involved contracts and transfers.
She heaved a sigh of relief, yet today she heard that Ryan had gone out with a young, beautiful girl by himself…
Well… it must be that the opponent had arrived. When Yana learned that Ryan had topped that girl up with 1 million, she simply couldn’t sit still.
She had only been Domina’s number one mber for one day, and suddenly another seductive, slutty bitch appeared—having the nerve to get her money daddy to shell out 1 million all at once. She was definitely feeling a sense of crisis.
Based purely on intuition… that seductive bitch was none other than the Lyla before her.
Dressed in a sexy and alluring manner, her natural flush had nothing to do with makeup; it was the pure charm that only a truly satisfied woman could exude.
With a smile, Lyla said, "School Beauty Yana, then ignore them—let’s just enjoy this al."
Weston and Jacob were both dumbfounded; it was one thing if Tina and Yana were clashing like colliding planets, but how had the contender turned out to be Lyla?
At that mont, Ryan, rather foolishly, asked, "We’ve ordered so many things—what should we do now?"
Yana laughed and replied, "There’s no way to return them. Once the seafood is killed, it’s grilled on the spot—and since I’ve already paid, there’s no refund."
Upon hearing this, the three n began to grumble about the dilemma of not being able to finish so much food.
Lyla looked at Yana with a resentful gaze; in a mont of insight, she understood what was going on—this bitch had deliberately arrived late.
She had purposely waited until everyone had ordered and paid, all so that Brother Ryan could continue pretending to be poor.
After a brief discussion among the three n they decided: since they couldn’t finish the food, they might as well pack it up and take it ho.
At that mont, not a single soul was sleeping in the boys’ dormitory; so of the guys would even gather for a drink when nothing else was going on.
Previously, when they dined together, others treated them, and Ryan—having no money—had never treated anyone; so now, with this opportunity, it was his turn to treat them.
"That’s right—this ti it’s the turn of those brats to call ’daddy’," Ryan exclaid, still very excited.
Girls just couldn’t understand this kind of sentint in n. Jacob added, "Third, do you have enough money? I’ve got a credit card with a 500-dollar limit."
Weston, from beside him, murmured, "Hmph, when it cos to treating Tina, I’m broke—but since it’s wasted money anyway, there’s nothing I can do. You little kid, don’t make this mistake again."
Upon hearing this, Lyla imdiately realized that the two had been completely taken advantage of.
Yana quickly declared, "I’ve already taken care of the bill."
"Bitch, you deserve to die!"
The two roommates, upon hearing this, lunged at Ryan as if they were about to cut him to pieces.
Lyla burst into laughter, but then, upon reflection, she realized that Yana’s approach was the right one.
She had been helping to conceal the fact that Brother Ryan was very rich—and more importantly, she had noticed that he thoroughly enjoyed this ordinary life. Naturally, she had to help him maintain the façade.
They ended up packing a huge amount of food and left—the scale was absolutely enormous.
After all, places like Barbeque restaurant were establishnts where one would bring a girl for a midnight snack, with the intention of not being able to return to the dorm and instead renting a room out; to pack up food there was indeed a rather luxurious affair.
"Go to bed early!"
He saw the two girls off at the entrance to the girls’ dormitory; even though Yana didn’t live in the dorm, she still obediently walked back with them.
The three n bought so beer and drank as they walked, their phones ringing non-stop—they had long since arranged to et up with the single guys from the boys’ dorm for a proper wild night.
At the entrance to the girls’ dormitory, the two girls lingered a mont longer. Yana spoke first, "Lyla, I thought you wouldn’t be coming back tonight."
"You’re not going to follow Tina’s thod, are you? 1 million… If you can still act reserved, then you’re truly sothing—I utterly concede," Yana added with a chuckle.
Lyla rely glanced at her and said, "There’s no helping it—he had arranged a al with Tina beforehand; otherwise, how could I have gotten him to co back?"
It felt particularly refreshing to speak plainly, especially in front of two individuals who were both so calculating.
Yana let out a soft laugh and said, "If the opponent were you, that would be fine; but if it’s Tina, then I really can’t stand that stupid dog."
Lyla snorted coldly, "You sure have confidence, but tell —what will you do if Ryan has another woman by his side?"
"A wealthy family—do you even know what that ans?" Yana shot back, her eyes cold.
"Being the wife of a wealthy family ans first and foremost being sensible. Even if he has other won, so what? Your primary duty is to uphold your family and your husband."
"Risking life and death—that’s sothing only a woman from a poor family would do."
"A wealthy family values a proper match. When you entertain such ideas, you should first consider whether your family background is strong enough."
Lyla listened, sowhat taken aback, as Yana continued in a cold tone, "You’re just as naive as that stupid dog—still clinging to these unrealistic fantasies."
"Maybe we won’t even qualify as a mistress; instead, we might as well be lucky to end up as the seventh or eighth."
"Don’t be fooled by how easygoing Brother Ryan is now; when it cos ti to settle down, his family will match him with a real heiress from a wealthy family."
"When that ti cos… Lyla, what right do you have to compete?"
Yana said earnestly, "Moreover, there’s also that girl in your dormitory."
"As for later on… none of us can predict what will happen. But for now, Brother Ryan is gradually losing patience with her—yet she remains the biggest threat."
Frowning, Lyla asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
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