I Am Rich Again

Chapter 120

John stepped into Miss B’s penthouse, the opulence of the room almost suffocating in its grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate artwork, each piece telling a story of wealth and taste. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh roses, their delicate fragrance mingling with the subtle notes of expensive perfume that lingered around Miss B. They sat together on a plush, velvet couch that seemed to swallow them whole, its deep burgundy color contrasting sharply with the tension that filled the room.

Miss B turned sideways, her eyes piercing into John’s, trying to read the unspoken words etched in his tense expression. Her heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a reminder of the anxiety gnawing at her insides. She could almost hear the rush of blood in her ears, a frantic symphony as she waited for John to let the cat out of the bag. The ambient noise of the city outside was a distant hum, barely penetrating the thick, soundproof windows, leaving them in a bubble of uneasy silen