Chapter 3 - Tyler Tries To Beg While The Family Panics
“You wanted to remind me that money doesn't make me important, Tyler,” I said, locking my phone screen with a sharp click. “So I figured you and your family would prefer to enjoy this weekend completely unburdened by my financial contributions.”
Denise pushed herself up from her designer patio chair, her face flushing with a mix of fury and sudden, creeping anxiety. “You cannot cancel our vacation home, you ungrateful little brat! We have guests staying here for three more days!” she shrieked.
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“Your guests can figure out their own accommodations, just like you can figure out your own dinner bills,” I replied coldly. The caterers, who had been setting up a late-night dessert bar near the kitchen, stopped working and looked toward us in confusion.
Tyler reached out to grab my arm, his voice dropping into a desperate, pleading tone that sounded pathetic compared to his earlier arrogance. “Babe, come on, don't be like this; my mom was just joking around, it was a harmless family prank.”
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