My Roommate's Halo Is Built on My Money

My mind went completely blank. "What? What charity gala?"

The dean's patience was thin. "You don't even know about something this big?"

He quickly forwarded a news article to me.

"Vera donated ten million dollars to impoverished regions, plus a villa?" I exclaimed.

As I looked up, I accidentally bumped my nose against Sean's.

"You okay?" I asked, reaching out instinctively to check on him.

His ears turned red, and he waved me off. "I'm fine. What is this news about? Vera? You mean that young lady from earlier?"

Sean looked incredulous. "She actually donated that much?"

I pressed my lips together and slammed my fist onto the bed. "That was my money! It was the money you and your father gave me!"

Vera was just an ordinary young lady. There was no way she could afford to donate ten million dollars. Besides, I had just lost 30 million dollars and the villa keys, and she'd immediately made this donation. It was far too coincidental to be real.

Sean suggested calling the police, but I shook my head. I pointed at the university's website. "This is already in the social news. The gala will be broadcast live."

There was no doubt that the live stream was Vera's idea. She craved fame, and now I could give her the spotlight she wanted.

With such a large sum missing, the police would need time to verify the details before taking any action. By the time that happened, the gala would be over and Vera's reputation would already be made.

Sean stayed silent for a few seconds. We exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Let's go to the venue."

Before heading out, we stopped by the security office to get the surveillance footage. It showed that the moment I lost consciousness, Andre and Sean had rushed over, with Vera right behind them. Her attention wasn't on me but on the pocket where I had kept my card and keys.

The charity gala started at 8:00 pm. Sean and I got there at 7:30 pm. Just as we were about to enter, Vera blocked our path.

She leaned against a wooden sign and pointed at us. "Cynthia and trash are not allowed in."

Sean's face turned red with anger. "What are you trying to do?" he demanded.

As the high-profile guests streamed past us, I could no longer hold back. "Vera, we both know where the money and the villa came from. You're stopping me from going in because you're guilty, aren't you? You stole my money and keys to make yourself look good!"

My voice echoed through the entrance, catching the attention of some guests nearby. Vera, however, stood her ground without even flinching.

She lifted an eyebrow and sneered. "Your money? That's rich. Money earned by selling yourself doesn't count. What about your dignity? Have you thrown that away? You're making all women look bad."

Without another word, she pulled out the card and keys and flung them to the ground with disdain. "I would never accept a sugar baby's money."

I stared in shock, but a doubt crept into my mind. Could it be that the money Vera donated really wasn't mine?

Sean quickly picked up the card and immediately made a call. "Let's check how much is in the account."

The result left us both speechless.

The total came to 30 million dollars, not a cent less.