Gold Digger? She’s the Richest Donna Chapter 01
On the third anniversary of our relationship, Vincent transferred 1.43 bucks to me, but sent 1.63 million dollars to his first love.
I didn’t accept the money, and he instead accused me of being materialistic.
“I transferred money to Selina because I was worried she was struggling, not because I still have feelings for her. Isn’t my mom’s support enough for you? Do you even lack money when you’re with me? This was supposed to be my final test for you-pass it and we get married. You’ve disappointed
me so much.”
I broke up with him without hesitation. He turned right around and proposed to his first love.
Five years later, we ran into each other at a luxury hotel in Atlantic City.
His family business was on the verge of going legitimate, and Selina was hanging on his arm, looking elegant in a custom designer gown.
When he saw me digging through the trash can, covered in mud, he frowned in displeasure.
“Emma, you turned down 1.43 bucks back then. Even if you dig through ten garbage cans now, you’ll never dig up that much money, right? Even if you end up a beggar and play the pity card in front of me, I won’t soften up and take you back.”
I ignored him.
The precious seashells my son had collected clamming had been tossed into the trash by his Don dad without a second thought. The little guy was throwing a tantrum, so I had to get them back quickly.
In the hotel lobby, Vincent walked in slowly with Selina on his arm.
His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his tall, straight frame, and every movement exuded the easy confidence of a successful man. People around quickly recognized him and crowded over with forced smiles.
“Don Vincent? I can’t believe you’re also attending this summit! You got your family business legalized in just five years-what an impressive young achiever! You’re also here to court that big shot today, aren’t you?”
Vincent nodded slightly, and the crowd took the hint.
After all, most of the people here had come for that same big shot.
Someone shifted their gaze to Selina and gushed with flattery. “This must be the future Mrs. Ricci,
right? You two are truly made for each other!”
Selina immediately leaned closer to Vincent and smiled sweetly as she explained, “We’re not
married yet. We’ll have the wedding once the business stabilizes, and we really hope you all can
come.”
Vincent’s expression tensed slightly, then he forced an awkward smile. “We’re both busy. We’ve
already committed to each other, so a license isn’t a big deal.”
The crowd erupted in more congratulations.
I was a little surprised, though-they still weren’t married?
Right after we broke up five years ago, he turned around and proposed to Selina, and announced their engagement high-profile just a few days later.
He loved her so much that logically they should have tied the knot long ago. Why had he put it off
until now just because of business?
What was more, Vincent’s mother had been dying for a grandchild back then.
Just then, a waiter walked toward me with a stern expression.
“Ma’am, this is a five-star resort hotel. Not just anyone can walk in here.” He looked me up and
down, his disdain completely unconcealed. “Digging through trash cans is strictly prohibited.
Please leave immediately.”
I had just come back from clamming with my son, covered in mud with messy hair. I really didn’t
look like a guest here.
I hurried to explain, “I’m sorry, something of mine accidentally got thrown into the trash. I’ll leave
once I find it, and I’ll clean up this area too…”
The waiter cut me off impatiently. “Someone dressed like you could never be a guest here. Please leave right now, or I’ll call security.”
His voice was loud enough that more and more eyes from around the room began to gather on me.
Just then, Vincent glanced back by chance.
Our eyes met, and he froze noticeably. “Emma?”
The waiter looked at him in surprise. “Mr. Ricci, you know her?”
Vincent’s expression quickly smoothed back out, and his tone was cold. “She was a poor student my mom used to sponsor. We’re not close.”
With that, he looked away indifferently, as if even one extra glance at me was too much. It was exactly the same cold look he had when he told me to “piss off” after our breakup.
