Trillionaire they never noticed

Poor but secretly rich

The footsteps got louder until Tory could be seen in front of his footsteps. She was dressed in a short tight gown that revealed her body shape, and a heavy make-up on her face, with a small designer handbag hung on he shoulder.

She walked into the apartment with a puzzled expression and glanced around the place. While glancing around, she noticed Scott standing beside her with a big stick in his hand like a man ready for battle.

"Scott, what the hell happened here?" Tory questioned with a concerned expression etched on her face.

After realizing it was Tory and not more gang members, Scott lowered the stick and let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing here?" Scott questioned in a cold tone as he dropped the stick and sat back down on the floor.

"What am I doing here? You got me worried, Scott. You weren't answering your phone, you weren't replying my texts, I though you were-"

"Dead?" Scott finished her words as he stood back up. "You thought I was dead, right? That's what you wa