My Roommate Is Rich

No wonder she was a rich girl. Her life read like a novel.

I wished I had been born rich so that I could spend money however I wanted.

With that said, it was just steak. Who cared if you did not know how to use a knife and fork properly?

I grabbed mine and just started chomping on it.

“What’s the big deal about not knowing knife-and-fork etiquette? If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve thought that someone was threatening us and forcing us to learn it.

“Tatiana, you’re not being held at gunpoint, are you?”

Tatiana did not answer, but Tahlia could barely stop herself from laughing beside me.

Right then, she sent me a message. [That was great. I’ll add 100,000.]

Oh, my God… I was getting rich!

Tomorrow, I could be on the Forbes list.

“What the heck are you on about?”

Tatiana pushed her steak aside and ordered some stir-fry instead.

Then, I watched her pick up a piece of pork.

“Pigs are so cute… Why eat them?”

Tatiana’s mouth twitched.

After the meal, Tatiana prepared to leave but said, “I’ll be back.”

She really thought she was a villain in some kind of movie.

“My brother wants to go shopping, but he has no taste. Join me.”

“Okay.”

However, I hesitated when I saw the Rolls-Royce downstairs.

Her brother was Derrick Johnson, the city’s top scorer in the SATs. I remembered seeing people begging for his contact info all over campus.

If I entered that car, would people think I was trying to get close to him? Would I get in trouble?

“What’s wrong, Yvonne? Get in.”

Seeing that I was frozen, Tahlia gave me a nudge.

“Uh…”

I wracked my brain for an escape plan. Then, I saw a shared bike right across the street.

“I just remembered having a membership for the bike-sharing service. I haven’t used it yet, and it’s about to expire. I’ll just take the bike.”

Breaking free from Tahlia, I ran across the street to grab a shared bike.

“I’m slow, so I’ll go ahead. Meet you at the mall!”

In the blink of an eye, I was gone. Tahlia and Derrick were left staring at each other.

I pedaled hard, and the sun burned my cheeks.

However, Tahlia was nowhere to be seen at the mall. A man in a suit stood in her place, and he looked to be in his forties.

“Where’s Tahlia?”

“She had a sudden stomachache. Didn’t she send you a message?”

I had been too busy cycling in the sun to check my phone.

Tahlia had indeed texted me about having a stomachache and told me to go ahead with Derrick.

Great… All that cycling for nothing.

I followed Derrick and the older man around the mall.

“Do you want anything?” he asked as he led me into an LV store.

“You’re Derrick Johnson, right? Since you’re Tahlia’s brother, I’ll treat you as my brother too.

“I don’t really want anything.”

Each bag cost tens of thousands of dollars. I could not bear to spend my money.

With so many eyes on me, I felt utterly embarrassed.

Right then, I wished that I could just grab Tahlia out of the restroom and take her place instead.

Derrick’s ears turned a little red, and he touched them nervously.

“Don’t worry. Just buy something.”

“I really—”

“Consider it a gift from me. I’ll pay.”

“Wow. You’re so generous, just as I expected. I won’t hold back, then.”

From that moment on, I swore to become Derrick and Tahlia’s servant.

Derrick lowered his gaze slightly, and a small smile tugged at his lips.

The man beside him pulled out a handkerchief and pretended to cry.

“He hasn’t smiled like that in ages….”

Wait, what?

Derrick glanced at him, and the man immediately composed himself.

I had read too many novels. So, while I was browsing, I wondered if Derrick’s little fangirls might happen to see me.

Speaking of the devil, here they came.

“Hey, isn’t it Yvonne? Why aren’t you trailing after your princess like a good little dog?”

“The LV store? Look at your poor, shabby self. Can you even afford anything?”