Gold Digger? She’s the Richest Donna Chapter 02
Seeing this, the waiter reached out and shoved me directly. “Get out of here! I’ve seen your type a
hundred times. A poor person should at least have self-respect. Mr. Ricci helped you once, you gonna leech off him for life?”
I stepped aside to dodge his move and snapped, “I already said I’ll leave once I find my thing. I’ll pay
for any damage I cause, full price.”
He snorted, full of sarcasm. “Pay? You?”
He pointed to the trash can beside him. “Do you know what this is? Custom made by an Italian designer-ten thousand dollars a piece! Can you even afford that? Stop running your mouth here. Every single thing in this fancy place is worth more than anything you poor trash can even
imagine!”
With that, he reached out again to grab me.
“Enough.”
Vincent, who had already reached the elevator, suddenly turned around for some reason. He walked over with a blank face, his eyes cold. “What are you looking for? How much is it? I’ll give you the cash equivalent. Stop trying to get my attention this way-it’s boring! I have zero interest in you.”
Selina immediately tightened her grip on his arm and smiled gently. “Emma, we’re getting married. I know you were heartbroken after the breakup, but you can’t force love. Please try to act
dignified.”
I smiled and said sincerely, “I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together.”
I ignored them again and squatted back down to keep digging for my son’s shells.
“What will it take to get you to leave? Or are you still bitter about the 1.43 million I transferred to Selina?” Vincent pulled out his phone impatiently and tapped quickly. “Fine, I’ll transfer it to you right now. Take the money and disappear, don’t ever show your face in front of me again. I’ve only ever loved Selina. Those two years with you were just me running away from my feelings for her. This money is enough for you to start over, find a guy who’s actually on your level, and stop wasting your time on me.”
Suddenly, his movement froze.
“Your card is frozen? You actually became a deadbeat?”
It clicked for me.
He was transferring to that old card I used to receive the sponsorship money back then.
After I got married, I’d only used my husband’s card. Of course that old one had been frozen long
ago.
Turned out the image he had of me really wasn’t great. I was a gold digger and a pauper before, and now I’d upgraded to a deadbeat.
“I don’t need your money.” My tone was flat. I really couldn’t be bothered explaining.
His voice turned colder. “You’ve fallen so low you’re digging through trash, but you still won’t accept help?”
I frowned in confusion. “We broke up five years ago. We’re strangers. There’s no reason for me to accept your help, is there?”
I paused, then added, “Really, don’t transfer me any money. I don’t need it.”
If my husband found out someone sent me a transfer, he’d interrogate me nonstop. If he dug up this whole old mess with Vincent, he’d be jealous for a whole month.
Vincent stared at me in obvious shock, then chuckled. “Emma, I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I’m only sending you money because I pity you. Don’t worry, I absolutely have no feelings for you anymore.”
He finished speaking, and stared at my messy, muddy appearance for a long time. His eyes slowly grew complicated. “You’ve ended up like this now… maybe the breakup broke you. That’s on me, a little bit. You won’t take the money because you want me to feel guilty forever, don’t you?”
I was speechless. How did I never notice how narcissistic he was when we were dating?
