Chapter 32

Sebastian's temper flared instantly. "So you think you're something, huh?” he jeered cuttingly. “What company are you with, and what's your monthly paycheck?"

"I'm a salesman at Prospera Corporation, recently made permanent, earning four thousand dollars a month," Frederick replied evenly.

Sebastian's friends' faces shifted dramatically at this revelation.

"Four grand?"

Had they heard correctly? In their social circle, where the average net worth soared above a hundred million, someone making a mere 4,000 dollars a month had slipped into their midst.

Mockery rippled through the group.

"Seriously? Four grand? That's barely a fraction of what I spend on a single outfit!" scoffed one.

"I drop eight grand just on my dog's food! How do you even survive on that?" chimed in another.

Frederick was an oddity among these rich kids.

Sebastian sneered. "Well, since you're Jasmine's friend, I'll let you stay. Consider yourself lucky! Without us, you'd never get invited to such fancy gather