Chapter 4

But hey, money talks.

Who asked my dad to use his financial superpower on me?

I could say no to anything, but I could never say no to a free condo.

I braced myself and sent a friend request to the client. To my surprise, she accepted it almost instantly.

Looking at her profile picture, I was stunned for a second. If I didn’t know she was my golden goose, I would have mistaken her for Ethan.

Her profile picture was solid grey.

Ethan’s was... solid black.

In a way, these two actually matched...

I chuckled quietly, thinking how unpredictable rich people’s tastes were.

A message popped up from her: "Hello."

Sticking to the customer-first policy, I typed back lightning-fast: "Hello, Ms. Silvia! I will be personally managing your profile from now on. You can call me Sienna. Let me know if you need anything!"

After sending it, I waited. The screen showed "typing..." for a long time, but nothing came through.

Just as I was about to lock my phone and go to sleep, a message finally popped up.

It was just one simple question: "What kind of girls does Ethan Vance like?"

"What kind of girls does Ethan Vance like?" I repeated the question in my head.

For a second, I dazed off. Come to think of it, I had never actually asked him what his type was.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to write.

After hesitating for a moment, I sent a professional reply: "Don’t worry, Ms. Silvia. Once I find out, you'll be the first to know!"