The Gold-Digger's Guide to Saving the Heir
Language: en
A rich city boy came to our poor mountain town to "experience life." He was hungry? I handed him a bowl. He was sleepy? I made his bed. He was bored? I found him entertainment. The villagers called me a sycophant, a brown-noser. I didn't care one bit. Who else paid as well as he did? After saving him from a rattlesnake, I followed him back to the city. His stepmother had evil intentions, but every time danger loomed, I managed to help him turn misfortune into luck. He said, "Ruby, you really are my lucky star." Looking into his clear, foolish eyes, I sighed. How do I tell him the…