My Wife Chose a Rich Guy, Thinking I’m PoorChapter 1

My club ran into some financial trouble, and when I went to review the accounts, I was surprised to see Courtney there.

In front of everyone, Courtney pointed at me and sneered, “Jordan, didn’t I tell you? You don’t belong in my circle. How did you even get in here?”

Her childhood friend Bradley Foster added with a smirk, “Oh, let him stay, Courtney. Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two. After all, someone like him will never have a chance to set foot in the The Light Vegas Club on his own.”

The others in their group gave me smug looks, their eyes dripping with disdain.

Courtney glanced at me with disgust. “Fine, stay if you want—but don’t speak. You’ll just embarrass me.”

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Her words cut deeper than I expected, and I suddenly realized—I didn’t want to stay anymore.

I hadn’t come for her or any of them. I was there because of the club’s financial crisis. There was a tax issue, something major that needed to be dealt with urgently. But I hadn’t anticipated running into Courtney and her circle of friends.