Chapter 33
Author: Clinton
last update2026-10-30 06:25:47

"Wait, what?!" Lydia stammered, standing up. "You're buying him a car? From DE CITY?!"

Serena cleared her throat, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Yes. It's just a form of appreciation. To thank him for what he did at the banquet hall last night."

The shock on Ferdinand's face instantly twisted into an ugly, roaring laughter.

He pointed at Dustin, shaking his head as he barked with mockery.

"Oh my god, this is too rich! A car from DE CITY for this trash? Dustin, you are the ultimate gold dig
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