Chapter 432

"Ten million. Accompany me to meet my mentor." Ethan Roscente's slender fingers tapped against the car window. "Play your part well."

Sophia Lowell's red lips curved as she held up two delicate fingers. "Make it thirty."

"Quite the opportunist." A mocking glint flashed in the man's eyes.

"Legitimate business, fair and square." She waved her phone. "Wire transfer or check?"

Ethan pulled out his phone. Thirty million appeared in her account instantly.

Sophia stared at the new balance, eyes crinkling like crescent moons. Miscalculation. Should've asked for fifty.

She swiftly dispersed the funds across multiple accounts. The money could clear her debts immediately, but the interest rates made her reconsider.

Her phone buzzed again.

Another ten million deposited.

Sophia's head snapped up, wary eyes locking onto the man beside her. "What's this for, Mr. Roscente?"

"Remove me from your blocklist." His voice was ice.

She rolled her eyes and tapped her screen. Ten million just for contact privileges. Typical Roscente extravagance.

"Block me again," he adjusted his cufflinks leisurely, "and I'll freeze every account you own."

Sophia gritted her teeth silently.

Rich people privileges were infuriating.

While changing, she unceremoniously kicked Ethan out of the car. Only when the black Maybach stopped before a vintage villa did she remember the crucial question.

"What role am I playing this time?"

"Girlfriend." His expression didn't flicker.

Sophia nearly choked on air. "What about Isabella Valentine?"

"She's not in Seattle."

"So I'm the understudy?" Her laugh was bitter.

Ethan gave her a dismissive glance. "Obviously."

She kicked the car door in frustration.