My Roommate's Halo Is Built on My Money

The sharp-eyed Vera immediately spotted my pale face, and she covered her mouth to hide a triumphant smirk.

"Cynthia, didn't I tell you? The rich see you as nothing more than a blood bank! As long as you don't die, they'll just keep taking your blood!"

Hearing that, Sean lowered his head in guilt and apologized to me. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lawson. It was an emergency, so we drew roughly 150 mL of your blood. How are you feeling now?"

Before he could finish, Andre hurriedly handed me some health supplements he had bought earlier. "Cynthia, pick anything you like and take a bit right away!"

I waved him off. "It's fine. I just got up too quickly and felt a bit dizzy, but I'm okay now."

Vera clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Cynthia, I'm telling you, don't push yourself in this situation." She sneered. "Do you really believe they only drew 150 mL? I don't! They're definitely lying to you!"

I stepped back slightly. "I know exactly how much they took. The measurement was clearly visible. Vera, don't get so caught up in conspiracy theories."

I wasn't denying that unusual situations could happen, but I knew the Walkers. Andre had built his empire from nothing. He was rich, but never reckless. Sean, the industry's rising talent, ran his company with honesty and integrity. People would do anything for a chance to work for him.

Andre approached me, looking apologetic, and held out a bank card and villa keys. "Cynthia, I truly appreciate what you've done for my wife. I know you donated your blood voluntarily. This isn't compensation. It's just a small token of appreciation from me."

Sean nodded sincerely. "Ms. Lawson, please, you must accept it."

Seeing this, Vera's eyes blazed red, just like they had in my previous life. "Don't take it!"

She swatted my hand away and hurled the keys and card straight at Andre's face. "Keep your filthy money! Do you think this will make us bow to you rich people? No way!"

Breathless, she faced me, her eyes blazing. "Cynthia, how can you have no shame? If you take this money, it's no different from selling yourself to an old man. Don't you find it disgusting?"

She took a few dramatic steps back. "I can't even picture how low you've stooped! What you're doing is no different from being a sugar baby. Don't you know how women like that end up? They'll be beaten and shamed in public!"

A grim smile spread across her face. "If you accept his money, you'll own that title. You'll be loathed like a rat in the streets, and your parents will be so ashamed that they could die!"

It would have been fine if she had kept quiet, but the moment she opened her mouth, I felt my teeth clench with rage.

After I died in my previous life, she profited from selling my reaction stickers and became an online star. Eventually, she joined an agency and livestreamed every night, pestering her older fans for gifts so loudly that the neighbors couldn't sleep.

If I didn't know her true nature, I might have been fooled, thinking that she actually despised wealth.

I took a deep breath and bent down to pick up the bank card and keys from the floor. "In that case, thank you for your generosity, Mr. Walker."

Why should I hold back when there was money right in front of me?

When he saw me take it, Andre breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Good, just take it. That's all that counts."

Sean nodded with a smile. "Ms. Lawson, do you feel any discomfort?"

I shook my head—and the next moment, the world went black as I fainted.