roccoschili Chapter 873 How Did He Get That Much Money?
Chapter 873 How Did He Get That Much Money?
Villain Ch 873. How Did He Get That Much Money?
"Where is he?" muttered Sophia restlessly, her eyes darting between the men's locker room and the gym hall door. She could feel the tension building inside her, a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Mark hadn't arrived yet, and she was sure that Allen and Gerry would come out of the locker room at any moment. She could only hope that the timing would work in her favor.
Sophia stood near the vending machine, her posture deliberately relaxed to mask her internal turmoil. She checked her watch again, tapping her foot lightly on the floor. Every passing second felt like an eternity. She couldn't afford for this plan to fail. She had worked too hard to set everything in motion.
The lobby was quiet, with only a few gym members milling about, their conversations blending into a low hum that did little to soothe her nerves. Sophia forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to remain calm.
Soon, she saw Mark walking out of the gym hall and heading towards her. Relief washed over her as he approached, his expression apologetic.@@@@
"Sorry for making you wait," Mark said, stopping in front of her. "A member had a few questions about the gym, so I had to explain a bit."
Sophia smiled, doing her best to appear understanding. "It's okay, Mark. I appreciate you taking the time." She gestured towards the vending machine that offered a variety of drinks. "Shall we?"
They walked together to the vending machine, which boasted an array of choices but no sodas. The options ranged from different types of coffee and tea to instant oats, most with less sugar. Next to it was another machine offering simple breakfasts like energy bars, protein bars, soy bars, and mixed dried fruits and peanuts bars.
"I think I'll go with an Americano," Mark said, eyeing the selections.
"Good choice," Sophia replied, pressing the buttons to make his drink first. "I'll have milk tea then."
She paid for both orders, watching as the machine whirred and prepared Mark's coffee first. She handed him the steaming cup. "Here you go," she said, smiling sweetly.
"New client?" Gerry asked casually, nodding towards Sophia.
Mark returned their greetings with a smile. "Just giving a little advice to a new member," he replied politely.
Sophia felt a twinge of frustration. This wasn't going exactly as planned. She needed to keep their attention on her and Mark, to fuel Allen's jealousy further. She decided to step in and make her presence more noticeable.
"Mark's been really helpful," she said, her tone bright and engaging. "I've learned so much in just a short time."
"Good then," Allen said in a casual tone, but the brevity of his response made it clear he was not interested in further conversation. He gave a final nod to Mark and turned away, Gerry following suit. Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire
Allen and Gerry exited the gym. Sophia's gaze followed them. She watched as Allen and Gerry walked side by side, their conversation resuming. Allen seemed calmer now, more composed, and it irked her that her efforts hadn't had the intended impact. She trailed behind at a distance, her eyes never leaving Allen.
Once outside, Gerry headed towards his car, parked a bit further away. Allen, on the other hand, walked straight towards the luxury bike parked prominently in front of the gym. Sophia's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. She had been so certain that the bike belonged to Mark. How did Allen afford such an expensive machine?
Her jaw almost dropped as Allen put on his helmet. Her mind screamed, 'How did he get that much money?!' A mix of annoyance and anger bubbled within her. She had aimed to make him jealous, to unsettle him, but here he was, cool and collected, ready to ride off on a bike she had envied.
Without a word, Allen started the engine, the powerful roar of the bike resonating through the parking lot. He didn't even spare her a glance as he pulled out of the parking space and smoothly merged into the street traffic, leaving her standing there, stunned and fuming.
Mark, who had been watching the interaction with mild interest, finished his Americano and threw the cup into a nearby trash can. "Now you know who owns the bike," he said casually, his tone as unruffled as ever.
Sophia's head whipped around to face Mark, her expression a mix of confusion and irritation. "How...how does he have a lot of much money?" she demanded, unable to mask the frustration in her voice.