“Logan, we had no idea! You’ve been dating the CEO of Besla Business Group?”
“Yeah, the famous entrepreneur Ms. Lily! You’re really something, marrying such a wealthy and influential woman.”
Even our old homeroom teacher chimed in, flattering Logan, “Logan, I always knew you’d be successful! That’s why I made you class president, grades aside. You were destined for greatness.”
Logan stood, basking in the admiration, as proud as a rooster.
After we married, Lily always talked about building her own career. I’d funded her ventures—luxury boutiques, beauty salons, yoga studios—none of which succeeded. Despite every failure, she grew more determined, telling me she’d be a CEO one day. I’d handed over Besla Business Group, a small subsidiary, for her to manage. I hadn’t realized that she would use it to flaunt her “success” beside Logan.
Seeing me, the classmates who had been fawning over Logan suddenly looked at me with scorn. One of Logan’s friends approached, eyeing the car I arrived in.
“Ethan, you actually rented a Rolls Royce just to show off?”
The others scoffed. “So this is why you bothered to come—to pose in a luxury car?”