The Billionaire's Side Gig
Language: en
Seven years ago, Lucas Reed and I broke up because we were from different worlds. Seven years later, I'm a corporate executive earning a million a year. And Lucas, bankrupt, has become a delivery guy. Looking at the still handsome man in front of me, I casually handed him a bank card. "Five thousand a month. I'll be your sugar mommy." Lucas accepted the card with utter humiliation. The day after he moved into my place, I accidentally heard him on the phone: "I'm busy, don't bother me with small projects worth five hundred million."