CHAPTER 111 The toy

The toy

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My eyes widened, my expression twisted as my nose wrinkled and my lips curled—disgust proudly and boldly etched on my face. It was clear that my reaction spoke volumes about how I felt. It took every ounce of self-control not to lash out with a sharp slap.

Mr. Brian leaned in, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "From what I've heard, he never took you seriously to begin with. You've even got a nickname—one that's pretty well-known. It'd be disrespectful to say it to your face, so I won't."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of frustration. It was disrespectful enough for him to think he could date me as if I were some gold digger who'd be impressed by his money. The audacity of him mentioning his billion-dollar company, as though that would sway me, was utterly ridiculous.

I felt a strong urge to push back against this degradation; Aria would have never stood for it, and I couldn't either. Sitting back and taking his arrogance silently would have been a betrayal to her memor