She Made Her Fortune By Selling Things On The Street

Sebastian and I attended a party together. To be honest, the hors d'oeuvres and snacks were pretty good. Almost tempting enough to sneak them out and sell them.

But, of course, I didn't dare. The security guards would have caught me in no time.

I leaned back on the sofa with all the grace I could muster, sipping my wine. The taste wasn't bad. It was tempting enough to swipe it, but I decided against it. It would be too embarrassing.

A crowd gathered around Sebastian to toast him, and I used the opportunity to slip away and enjoy a rare moment of peace.

Just as I was about to stretch out and get comfortable, a pleasant voice suddenly spoke beside me. "Miss, which prestigious family are you from?"

"The Hemsworth family," I replied truthfully.

His eyes flickered at my words as if he were pondering something. Then, with an even softer tone, he asked, "May I have the honor to invite you for a dance?"

I steeled myself and turned him down. "How about another time? My husband's here today."

The man frowned slightly, thinking, "Sebastian's sister isn't married, is she? She must be playing hard to get."

"But I only want to dance with you tonight," he said with a charming smile and sat beside me.

Before I could respond, a cold yet melodious voice spoke from behind. "With whom exactly do you plan on dancing? I'm still here, you know. Are you trying to steal my wife right in front of me?"

I sprang up and walked over to Sebastian, wrapping my arm around his and sweetly calling out, "Honey!"

The man's face went pale with shock as he stammered, "Aren't you... aren't you Mr. Hemsworth's sister? Why are you calling him... honey?"

"My sister's in France," Sebastian replied, his tone calm enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat. "What, are you planning to marry my sister and take our last name?"

The man's face flushed bright red. He quickly bowed to me in apology. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hemsworth, I didn't recognize you and offended you. Please forgive me."

"It's alright." I maintained the perfect smile of a lady.

Sebastian scoffed, "Whether it's Elena or my wife, neither is someone you should be fantasizing about. As for punishment, the deal for that plot of land in Westfield is off. If it happens again, the Michelson Group will be in trouble."

"Mr. Hemsworth, we've been negotiating for that land in Westfield for a long time. Please reconsider..." Sebastian's cold glance silenced the man.

The man swallowed nervously, decided to give up, and left.

Sebastian looked down at me, his arm wrapped around my waist, his rough fingers tracing my skin. His voice was deep and magnetic. "Can't you behave?"

"I am behaving!" I blinked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Just don't dock my salary, okay?"

He glanced at me, smiling, "Can you think about something other than money for once?"

"I do think about other things, like... you," I said sweetly, clinging to his arm.

His expression softened a bit. "Oh? And what do you think about me?"

"I think about your money," I answered with utmost honesty.

He looked down at me, his gaze cold as ice, suppressing his anger. "Then keep thinking!"

With that, he let go of me and walked away.

"Hey, wait!" I hurried after him. "I'm wearing heels. Slow down!"

Sebastian didn't respond, but his pace slowed, and he opened the car door for me.

I thought, "Hmph, man. Saying one thing but meaning another.

I got into the car with him.

"School starts in a few days. Focus on your studies and experiments, and don't waste your time on meaningless things," Sebastian said as he sat beside me, his tone anything but gentle.

I raised an eyebrow, leaned closer to him, and smiled mischievously. Lowering my voice intentionally, I teased, "What do you mean by 'meaningless things'? Does sleeping with you count?"

I moved closer to his ear, my tone seductive and deliberate. "I've been thinking about that for a long time."

"I've been holding back for a long time, too," he murmured before swiftly pulling me into his arms, his warm breath grazing my ear. "If you want, I wouldn't mind making it real."

"The driver's watching!" I blushed deeply. I only planned to get a raise, but I'd bitten off more than I could chew.

Sebastian glanced at the driver out of the corner of his eye and calmly said, "He's visually impaired. He can't see a thing."

"Let's talk this out like civilized people. There is no need to get physical, okay?" I was completely immobilized in his grip.

A low chuckle sounded above me, and then he released me, his voice tinged with an almost playful amusement. "Are you really that scared?"

I coughed a couple of times, trying to salvage a bit of my dignity, but then I realized it was a lost cause. Might as well give up on that.

Back at the villa, surrounded by gourmet dishes, I asked the chef to prepare some pasta and jelly.

When the dishes were served, I eagerly dug in. "Ah, a master chef is truly worth every penny. The pasta is phenomenal! If I set up a stand on Sunset Boulevard, I'd make a killing."

I wolfed down three big bites, finishing the plate in no time. Just as I was about to savor some jelly, Sebastian chimed in, "Don't eat too much cold food."

"Uh, okay." I obediently put down my fork, already scheming in my head. "How could I convince the chef to help me sell pasta and jelly on Sunset Boulevard?"

After a moment of thought, I glanced at Sebastian, who was cutting steak beside me. "Honey, I think as wealthy people, we should have hearts of gold."

Sebastian took a sip of his wine, not even bothering to look up, and simply responded with, "Hmm, and then?"

"I think we should share some food with those who can't afford to eat," I declared with a face full of righteous conviction, my expression so earnest I almost believed it myself.

Finally, he lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low, and his words were straightforward. "Skyview City is a financial hub where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold. There's no way anyone here could be starving."

"That's because you haven't seen it." I launched into a passionate speech. "In many dark, hidden corners, plenty of people can't afford a meal. So I've decided that I will deliver food to them starting today."

"Do whatever you want. As long as you're happy, have the chef prepare meals every day and take them out to deliver," Sebastian replied in an even tone, not seeming to question the truth of my words.

I was thrilled to see my plan succeed. I quickly turned to the butler and ordered, "Tomorrow, buy ten pounds of pasta and jelly for the chef to prepare."

The butler was stunned. He asked, "Mrs. Hemsworth, are there really that many people in Skyview City who can't afford to eat?"

"Just go along with her." Sebastian put down his knife and fork. "And make sure to give the chef a raise."

"Alright, Mr. Hemsworth," the butler replied respectfully.

I was over the moon as I headed back to my room. Starting today, I was going to be the coolest lady on Sunset Boulevard.

The butler watched me leave, and he was confused. "Mr. Hemsworth, can Mrs. Hemsworth really deliver all that food?"

"As long as she doesn't start taking up a second job, let her do whatever she wants," he said before heading back to his study.