Part 3The Billionaire's Ex-Girlfriend

When the manager heard I wanted the most luxurious VIP suite and the most expensive male models, his smile nearly split his face.

He hurriedly had someone show me the way and promised to bring their top guys over shortly.

I was grinning ear to ear too.

Never enjoyed life like this before.

But before I even reached the suite, someone stopped me.

"Yo, isn't that Chloe?"

"I thought you had a backbone. You kept saying you wouldn't come, but here you are, rolling over like a dog."

"Liam! Your girl is here!"

I looked the guy up and down, confused.

He was dressed decently, but his face screamed "NPC."

Then, a stream of people poured out of the adjacent room.

Someone started clapping. "I won the bet! I told you, she's trained like Liam's dog. Even if she throws a tantrum, she always comes back obediently."

"Ten grand. Pay up."

Another guy shook his head, sighing as he took out his phone to transfer the money.

A man and a woman walked out from the center of the group. Judging by their looks and positioning, they were the alpha couple of the pack.

The man sneered. "You finally decided to show up? I thought you were dead."

I silently assessed the group and called the System.

"System, who are these people? Is that the male lead?"

"...Yes. I didn't know he was here."

So this is the male lead, Liam. And the woman next to him must be the female antagonist, Sarah, that he mentioned.

But—

What does that have to do with me?

I smiled and gave him an OK sign.

"Yes, that's right. You should treat me as dead."

"If you see me in the future, act like you saw a ghost. Pretend you didn't see me, okay?"

I turned to enter my suite, but my arm was grabbed.

Liam's face was long. "You're not apologizing?"

"Why should I apologize?"

"You knew Sarah was allergic to mangoes, yet you ordered a fruit platter with mangoes. She almost went into shock and had to go to the hospital. Shouldn't you apologize?"

I laughed.

"She knew she was allergic to mangoes, yet she ate from a fruit platter with mangoes. Is she brain-dead?"

A weird silence fell over the scene.

Until a sob broke it.

"Liam, don't make it hard for Chloe. I believe she didn't do it on purpose. It was dark in the room, I ate the wrong thing by mistake. Let's just let it go."

I immediately jumped on that. "Hear that? The Pick-me Girl said she ate it by mistake. What's wrong with you, forcing me to apologize?"

"Let go. Let go."

I shook his paw off my arm.

Looking back, everyone's expressions were colorful.

Sarah pointed at herself in disbelief. "...Did you call me a Pick-me Girl?"

"Yeah, I speak my mind, don't take it personally. Besides, your face looks pretty green right now, any problem?"

"Chloe, don't push it!"

Liam roared.

"If you didn't come to apologize, then why are you here?"

"To beg me not to break up with you?"

"Is this your attitude when begging me?"

I crossed my arms, narrowed my eyes, and looked at him like he was an idiot. "Beg my ass. Dude, this is a club. What do you think I'm here for?"

Just then, the manager arrived leading a row of flamboyantly dressed male models right to me. Every type you could imagine.

The manager bowed fawningly. "Ms. Fang, I brought the guys. are you satisfied?"

Silence fell over the hallway.

I scanned the line, my eyes lighting up.

"Yes! Yes! Bring them all in!"

I told the manager to bring them into the suite and ordered several bottles of expensive wine.

Looking back, Liam's group stood there, dumbfounded, staring at me like they had actually seen a ghost.