In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 47: Cleaning Lady

Time really flies by. Without even knowing it, we are only a few days away from the anniversary party.

The party will be held at a lakeside country house. Mom is in hysterics, getting herself all worked up about everything looming on the horizon. She moved to the country house two weeks ago to make sure everything goes perfect.

And three days before the party, she called me nonstop asking for help. I have no choice but to take a few days off from school and come to her side.

Eason volunteers to drive me there. He picks me up at school in a red convertible, which is absolutely conspicuous in the school parking lot. People are actually turning their heads to look when I open the door and hop inside.

“How many luxury cars do you own?” I ask him when he exists the parking lot.

His hands are on the wheels, eyes straight ahead, as a playful grin appears on his lips. “Do you really want to know? Or are you just being ironic?”

“I was being ironic, but I am also curious now,” I giggle. “Let me guess…10?”

“10?” he laughs out loud, “That’s the top number you can guess?”

my bottom lip, feeling a little embarrassed. I’ve always known that he

making fun of me!” | groan, “Just tell

usually only drive M8 and Maserati. And in New York, I think there are 3-4? I’ve lost count. Let me think… there are a couple more in L.A. I order a new Lamborghini last year and they just shipped to my house in L.A. a few days ago. We can fly down there and give it a test run one day. And that’s how many

him before he goes too far. “That’s enough. I got the idea…God, why do you need so many cars? You only drive

only people with no money worry about practicability. I have more money than I can ever splurge in a lifetime, so I

mindsets and I’ll never be able to understand

he takes a look at me. “You are

“We are so different, you know? Do you really think there will

wheel and reaches over, taking my palm. “I know what you are worrying about.

my best to shake off those dark feelings at the back of

we get off the freeway, he opens the top and lets the

glimpse of the stunning sunset. On the way, he stops the car once to get me

arrive at the country house, it has already passed 7. The car drives through the big iron gate and into the English landscape garden,

finally stop at the front door, behind the fountain. A maid comes to greet us and takes our luggage when mom appears behind the doors and rushes

her hands in frustration. “You should’ve arrived this afternoon. I