Elodie, with a wide-brimmed hat and sweat beading her forehead, replied from the video, "Don't worry, Lillian, I just sold some fish today and made five."
Just as I was about to say more, my roommate, Jennifer Minogue, walked in, catching a glance at my phone. Her face twisted with disgust.
Since entering university, I'd dressed in high-end brands and even footed the bill for class outings. My classmates assumed I was a wealthy second-generation kid.
For this, I attracted a fair share of sycophants.
But I knew they were drawn not by who I was but by my wallet.
My roommate Jennifer harbored resentment towards me and even spread malicious rumors about me outside, suggesting my wealth was tainted, and some sugar daddy might have kept me.
However, what she didn't know was that I preferred to keep my profile low.
Elodie ran an import-export seafood business with hundreds of branches across the country, earning billions in net profit each year, with business interests spanning dozens of industry sectors.
Meanwhile, Osborne, the hottest leading man in the entertainment industry and a top male star in his prime, could charm the pants off teenagers with just his looks.