Chapter 9: The Life Outside Sector A
She leaned in, smirking. "Why is the Vincent Aston here? Your dad basically owns half the world. A hundred million is like pocket change to people like you."
"Huh? What are you talking about?" I replied, trying to play dumb.
I panicked for a second and glanced around. No one else seemed to be listening.
"Who’s the Vincent you’re talking about?" I said quietly. "I don’t know who that is."
She smirked, looking down at my chest.
She rolled her eyes. "Please. Even if your name wasn’t literally stitched onto your chest, your face is everywhere. I’m not stupid."
"Okay, fine," I sighed, lowering my voice. "Just... don’t tell anyone. Please. I don’t want them to know who I am."
She tilted her head, curious. "Why?"
I looked away. "That name... it’s not something I’m proud of."
She shrugged. "It’s always the same with rich kids."
I almost snapped back, but she softened a little.She leaned back, hands up playfully. "Relax. I’m not gonna snitch."