“Mr. Jacob is so extravagant!”
“How many square meters must this house be? Just the living room looks bigger than our entire home.”
Monica exclaimed in amazement.
“Mimia Bay only has three floor plans in total. The smallest is nearly 300 square meters, while the largest is almost 700 square meters,” Lilian had specifically looked up information about Mimia Bay before, but she didn’t dare to even imagine living there herself. She only hoped for a chance to visit and take a look someday.
“Then Mr. Deby’s must be the largest floor plan, right?”
Monica said as she flipped through the photos Mira posted.
“It should be; at least, it’s definitely not the smallest one.”
Lilian wasn’t certain if it was the largest floor plan. She remembered there was also a 400+ square meter option, but it was hard to tell from just the photos.
In the break room.
Layla, who had just finished teaching an aerobics class, was drinking water.
Hearing the discussion coming from the front desk, she immediately opened WhatsApp and saw Mira’s post.
Those few interior photos of the luxury home also had quite an impact on her. The apartment she rented with Josie was only about 70 square meters in total, not even half the size of the living room in the photos.
If she hadn’t seen such a luxurious house, she wouldn’t have felt her own place was that bad. But after seeing it, she inevitably felt some sense of disparity.
If this was just a stranger’s house, she probably wouldn’t have felt much, at most just some amazement. But this house belonged to Jacob.
A man who had bought 100 personal training sessions from her and also given her a Prada handbag and LV bracelet.
This man had spent over 100,000 Dollars on her in just a few days of knowing her.
Layla wasn’t stupid. Of course, she knew Jacob must have other intentions.
However, this Mr. Deby was very good at handling things. When giving her gifts, he always had legitimate reasons, making it hard for her to refuse.
Especially that LV bracelet – to get her to accept it, he even gave one to her best friend Josie as well.
Although he hadn’t said anything explicitly, Layla felt this Mr. Deby must be trying to pursue her, or rather, was in the process of pursuing her.
It was ongoing.
So, in fact, the luxury home she saw in Mira’s post was perhaps related to her.
Her feelings were naturally quite complicated, or rather, she was wavering.
A “ding” sound came from WhatsApp.
It was a message from Josie: Darling, any news about our old baby? 🙂
She even added a silly emoji after the text.
Since yesterday, this best friend Josie had started calling Jacob “our old baby”.
Seeing Josie’s WhatsApp message, Layla’s heart suddenly tightened.
She somewhat regretted speaking so definitively that day, actually agreeing to give up Jacob and even saying in front of her best friend that she could never be someone’s stepmother.
And now her best friend was treating her as a wing woman.
This situation made her feel very passive.
She thought for a moment, then took a screenshot of Mira’s post and sent it over.
(Josie): What???
(Josie): Ah! Sure enough, some little vixen has made a move on our old baby!
(Josie): Send me the photos separately, I want to see!
(Josie): I knew that Mira was no good!!
(Josie): Mr. Jacob, you must resist!!
After sending the screenshot, Josie immediately bombarded her with messages.
Layla then forwarded the photos from Mira’s post. Her best friend immediately stopped the message bombardment, probably focusing on looking at the photos.
Meanwhile, Layla’s feelings were extremely complicated. After pondering for a moment, she opened a chat window with someone saved as “Sister Vera”. This was her childhood friend who was now working in London, but they had always kept in touch and had a very close relationship where they could talk about anything.
She didn’t send any text but directly sent an emoji of a little girl looking very aggrieved.
Sister Vera replied instantly: Oh, who’s bullying our little Layla?
Layla’s face darkened: How many times have I told you not to call me that!!
Sister Vera: Haha, isn’t that to show you’re juicy?
This childhood friend shamelessly made a dirty joke.
Layla was speechless, but she was long used to the other’s way of chatting. This childhood friend was a genuine “old driver”, having dated more boyfriends than she could count.
Layla organized her thoughts, then replied: What would you do if a man living in a multi-million-dollar luxury home and driving a million-dollar luxury car was pursuing you?
Sister Vera: I’d ask you to wake me up by peeing on me!
Layla was speechless again. She continued replying: What if he’s a divorced older man with a daughter?
