He Gave Me $800 and Expected Me to Stay?! Yeah, No… Watch Me Turn the Tables Chapter 04

He Gave Me $800 and Expected Me to Stay?! Yeah, No… Watch Me Turn the Tables Chapter 04

I stood there with the sauce brush in my hand, sauce dripping off the bristles. 

Looking at the city’s golden boy in front of me, like he was about to eat someone alive, I didn’t even feel a ripple 

“If you’re buying a wrap, scan the code. If you’re not, don’t block me from doing business.” 

I didn’t even look up. I just flipped the dough on the griddle. 

Vincent Sterling was completely set off by how little I cared. 

“Chloe Paige, are you done throwing your tantrum?” 

His voice shook with the effort of holding it in. 

“I’ve been looking for you for two whole months!” 

“I thought you were off vacationing on some island, blowing through my money!” 

“And instead you’re hiding in a dump like this, selling this cheap trash?” 

I looked at him, cold, like I was looking at a lunatic having a breakdown. 

“Vincent Sterling, I make my money with my own two hands. I don’t steal, I don’t rob. How is that trash?” 

“Beats being a beggar in that hillside mansion of yours who couldn’t even get a full meal!” 

Vincent froze, like he’d just heard the punchline of the century. 

“Couldn’t get a full meal?” 

He laughed in fury and jabbed a finger at my face. 

“Chloe Paige, do you even think before you lie?” 

gave you eight hundred thousand a month. Eight hundred thousand!” 

“Bags, clothes, jewelry–which one of those wasn’t top–of–the–line?” 

“Eight hundred thousand a month still wasn’t enough, and you ran without so much as a heads–up. Do you even have a conscience?* 

The customers around us started whispering. 

“Eight hundred thousand? This woman burns through eight hundred thousand a month and she’s out here selling wraps?” 

“Gold digger, called it. Greedy as hell.” 

The livestream exploded too. 

“Plot twist, plot twist, the streamer really is a gold digger!” 

“Eight hundred thousand a month, I’d eat shit for that!” 

I listened to him, and I laughed so hard I almost cried. 

“Vincent Sterling, are you delusional?” 

“Your childhood friend Sienna Quinn told me the economy was tanking and slashed my three–thousand–dollar paycheck down to eight hundred!” 

“If I hadn’t run, I wouldn’t even have been able to cover your HOA fees next month!” 

“What did you just say?” 

He stepped in, pinning me with his eyes. 

“Sienna cut your money? When did she start cutting it?” 

“Don’t play innocent.” 

I let out a cold laugh and didn’t back up an inch. 

“Wasn’t it you who had Sienna put together that Personal 

Companion Performance Review for me?” 

“Five hundred deducted for not answering a text in a second. Eight hundred deducted for not entertaining guests.” 

“Even the water and power getting shut off was on your orders. You said I had to cover the day–to–day bills!” 

I jabbed a finger at his face and dumped every grievance of the last few months in one go. 

“Vincent Sterling, being cheap is one thing. Don’t pull this and then pretend you didn’t.” 

“And now you show up talking about eight hundred thousand?” 

“Was that eight hundred thousand burned as an offering for me? I never even saw a dime!” 

Vincent stared at me like he couldn’t believe it. 

“That’s impossible! I had Sienna transfer the eight hundred thousand to your card on time every month!” 

“I checked the statements!” 

I let out a cold laugh. 

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll pull my bank records right now and show you!” 

I took out my phone, about to open the banking app. 

Right then, Vincent’s phone lit up. A text from Sienna landed at the perfect second: 

“Vince, the $800,000 for Chloe Paige already went through. She said 

it wasn’t enough and even asked me for a limited–edition bag.”