Billionaire Son

Chapter:18

"Move in together?"

Phoebe couldn't help but frown slightly at Brentley's suggestion, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Brentley, what are you thinking? I just saw you living in that tiny room, and it seemed so shabby. I have a spare room here, so I thought you could move in with me!"

"Oh, that's what you meant," Brentley replied, sounding a bit disappointed.

"Besides, I'm usually busy streaming most of the time. After my streams, I just go to bed and don't have time to tidy up. If you move in, you could help me keep the place clean. That could be your rent payment. How about it?" Phoebe suggested softly.

In truth, Phoebe didn't really need Brentley to pay rent. She was just worried he might feel uncomfortable moving in without contributing.

Brentley was touched by Phoebe's offer, but he knew he had a fiancee. Living with another girl could be inconvenient and might cause misunderstandings. Moreover, he didn't want anyone to know he was the heir to a fortune.

Living with Phoebe might risk exposing his secret.

"Thank you, but I'm a guy and you're a girl. Living together might be a bit inappropriate," Brentley said hesitantly.

"Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you? Do you think I'll eat you alive?" Phoebe retorted with a disdainful look.

"I'm worried I'll take advantage of you. You're a streamer, and if your fans find out you're living with a guy, they might come after me," Brentley replied with a chuckle.

Seeing that Brentley really didn't want to move in, Phoebe didn't push the matter further.

Half an hour later, Brentley returned to his own room.

Although Brentley had declined Phoebe's offer to move in together, a decision he made himself, he still felt a deep sense of regret about it.

"It's all because of that Claire Harris! If it weren't for you, I'd be living the high life right now!" Brentley muttered, his tone filled with frustration.

After all, Brentley had money to spare. Living with Phoebe would mean having a beautiful woman by his side, which would be pure bliss. But because he already had a fiancee, he didn't dare entertain any thoughts about other women.

Phoebe's words, however, did serve as a reminder to Brentley. With his current wealth, there was no need to stay in his small apartment. He could easily buy a villa in the best part of Sunshire City and perhaps even get a sports car to go with it.

As Brentley planned his next purchases, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning at 9:30 am, Brentley was abruptly awakened by the sound of his phone ringing.

Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was Mr. Griffin. He quickly answered the call.

"Young Master Carter, are you on your way to Jacques Bistro Restaurant?" Griffin asked softly.

"Oh no, I completely forgot about that! I'm heading out right now!" Brentley exclaimed.

Perhaps it was because he had been too excited the previous night, thinking about how to spend his money, that he had forgotten about his meeting with his fiancee. After hanging up, Brentley didn't even take the time to freshen up; he rushed out the door.

Since Griffin had mentioned that his fiancee didn't know his true identity, he hadn't sent anyone to pick him up. Brentley had no choice but to take a cab to the Restaurant.

Although Brentley had never dined at Jacques Bistro Restaurant before, he knew it was one of the most famous and expensive restaurants in Sunshire City. Only the truly wealthy had the privilege to eat there.

Meanwhile, in a private room at Jacques Bistro Restaurant, two girls were sitting and chatting, waiting for something.

One of the girls was dressed in

a simple white T-shirt and black jeans. The high-waist design of the jeans showed her slender waist, making her already tall and elegant figure even more captivating and full of youthful energy.

The other girl was even more stunning and seemed slightly older. She wore light makeup that highlighted her delicate features. Her long, black hair was elegantly pinned up, revealing a graceful, fair neck. She was dressed in a white dress cinched with a black belt that emphasized her slim waist matched with white high-heeled sandals, and her long, fair legs were gracefully crossed, making her look exceptionally beautiful and dignified.

"Cousin, when did you get a fiance? Why didn't I know about this?" Erica asked, blinking her big, curious eyes.

"Don't feel bad. I only found out a few days ago myself," the slightly older beauty replied with a helpless tone.

"That's so unfair! To suddenly have a fiance out of nowhere. Today, I must see if this guy is good enough for you. If he's not, I definitely won't agree to it!" Erica pouted and said softly.

"What good will your disagreement do? This is my father's decision. Even I can't oppose it," the dignified beauty said quietly.

"Don't worry. If it comes to that, I'll talk to my uncle. My cousin is so outstanding; how could she just marry anyone so casually?" Erica pouted and declared.

Hearing this, the dignified beauty couldn't help but smile softly. She then said gently, "Alright, enough about my situation. I noticed you didn't seem very happy when you came back last night. Did something happen?"

"Cousin, don't even mention last night. Just thinking about it makes me angry!" Erica pouted and exclaimed.

"What happened?" the dignified beauty asked with a gentle smile.

"Cousin, I have something to tell you, but you must promise not to tell anyone else..." Erica hesitated before speaking slowly.

"Alright, you can trust me. I won't tell anyone!" the elegant woman assured her.

"Yesterday afternoon, I went to Sunshire City University to visit a friend, but I got bumped into by someone. That person ended up falling right on my... my..." Erica's face turned red as she struggled to continue.

"On your body?" the elegant woman asked with a playful smile.

"No! It was worse than that! His head landed right on my chest, and he did it twice! I think he did it on purpose to take advantage of me!" Erica exclaimed, her eyes wide with resentment.

She continued, "If it were just an ordinary person, I might have let it go. But later, my friend told me that guy was a poor kid who picks up trash, and he was dressed in rags. I was so furious, but I couldn't tell my friend that someone like him took advantage of me, so I just let him go. Every time I think about it, I get so angry!"

"I see," the elegant woman nodded gently.

"Cousin, I'm only telling you this. You mustn't tell anyone else. If you do, I won't be able to show my face!" Erica pleaded.

"Don't worry, I won't say a word about it," the elegant woman replied with a soft smile.