My Ex Tried to Humiliate Me,But I Own the Entire Building

My ex-boyfriend had moved on to a rich girl without missing a beat and landed a management trainee offer at the city's top investment bank.

Today, he cornered me in the ground-floor lobby of a premium office tower in the financial district.

His gaze dropped to the worn canvas tote bag in my hand, and his face twisted with disgust.

"Cecily Summers, what is a jobless nobody like you doing outside my office building? Get lost before you embarrass me."

Constance Glass strolled up to me, head to toe in designer logos, and held out a hundred-dollar bill.