Karma Served Cold: The Billionaire's Mother

ns and tailored tuxedos. The air buzzed with the low

understated dark blue dress. I wasn' t here t

r, observing the spectacle, when

ook what the ca

strained the buttons of his rented tuxedo. Beside him, Tiffany was draped in a gaudy, sequined d

a sneer. "Sarah. I' m surprised to see you here.

e, Tiff. She probably just got

elt nothing. They were strangers to me now, gho

Tiffany," I sai

d embarrassment. "I can' t believe you' d show up here. What are y

it. He was a mediocre employee at a company run by the boy he

ited," I s

sant sound. "Invited? By who? Di

room. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight h

d powerful, confident, and completely

e CEO, Leo Chen," he whispered, as if imparting a

m. "Yes," I said.