Chapitre 95: From my dead sister’s diary

JUN'S POV

"Stop making that face, Jun. I want to puke on your shoes," Jianyu deadpans through the laptop screen, his expression as unimpressed as ever.

"Get over it. I'll buy you ten pairs." He's referencing the champagne I "accidentally" spilled on his brand-new Louboutins during today's auction.

I swirl the Macallan in my glass, wishing for the comfort of the humble beer my fridge back home is stocked with. This hotel's bar is annoyingly all about expensive and rare alcohol—so much for being a seven-star.

It's the first time we've gone head-to-head for something as trivial as a property. And as expected, the media has already turned it into a circus, spinning stories about a feud between the Feng brothers. I take another sip, my dark mood simmering under the surface even though it was all a part of the plan.

"Naah, I'm eyeing more interesting things. How about you let me buy some stake in your new company?" Jianyu asks.