"This really isn't your concern, Miss Johnson. I’ll take care of him," Amelia Johnson said, casually flashing the Maserati key at her waist.
Sabrina Johnson bit her lip. So, the car Emily Carter drove last time... belonged to this guy. "Hey, mister, what’s your relationship with Emily?"
Amelia gave her a playful smile. "Take a wild guess."
"You two aren’t a couple, right? I mean, you really don’t look like one," Sabrina said with a slight tone of sarcasm.
Amelia lightly raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. I'm the one footing his bills, you get what I mean."
After Sabrina left, Emily Carter looked like he was about to lose it. "Amelia, what the hell did you just say?!"
Amelia pulled off her wig. "Why? Still worried about what Sabrina thinks of you?"
"You can’t just let
