“We shouldn’t say this, but when Aidan’s startup crashed, Lorelei said she’d sell liquor to bail him out. He didn’t want her to. She went ahead anyway and made three million in three years,” Callum replied.
“That much? From selling drinks?” Isabella gasped.
Callum scoffed, “No way. Drinks don’t pay that much.”
Isabella pressed, “So, where did she get the money?”
The room fell silent. They all assumed I’d sold my chastity.
Slander was cheap, but words could ruin one’s life.
I stared at Aidan. He just remained silent. His lips pressed into a thin line.
