The Bankrupt Heiress Chapter 2

It was Dylan.

To put our relationship in perspective, his cousin was my childhood friend.

As for him, he was, at best, my sworn rival.

When my family first went bankrupt, he was the first to call, gloating.

"Heard the Yao family went broke? So, the princess is going to be homeless, huh? If you beg me nicely, I might consider taking you in..."

My pride was still soaring back then, and I immediately blocked his number.

Months passed.

He was still as irritating as ever. As he brushed past me, he let out an abrupt chuckle.

I didn't utter a word.

Silently, I followed Dylan into the room.

"Rachel's here?"

"Quick, quick, come sit next to Brandon."

Countless gazes, eager for drama, fixated on me. I pretended not to notice, finding the empty seat beside Brandon and quietly taking it.

"Rachel, I ordered some drinks for you. Have a glass!"

Someone next to me pushed a high-proof drink my way.

I glanced at Brandon.

He wasn't looking in my direction, nor did he seem to notice my predicament.

"I don't drink."

"We're all adults here, how could you not drink? Or are you looking down on me, Rachel?"

The commotion drew the attention of everyone in the room.

Brandon finally looked over.

But not to intervene. Instead, he stared at me, a slight frown on his face. "Don't be a spoilsport."

Three dismissive words.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that in similar situations before, he would not only prevent me from drinking but also thoughtfully order a sparkling water, shielding me from all harassment.