Chapter 223

Ten million? Lillian Doyle and Vera Taylor were on the verge of losing it when they saw Richard Taylor suddenly drop that kind of cash on Cassandra Taylor for dresses and jewelry. They were so jealous, their eyes practically turned red. Especially Lillian—she was clearly not okay with it. I mean, back when Vera had crush-worthy grades or won awards and was practically the poster girl for high-society young ladies, Richard had never gone that overboard. The most he ever gave at once was three million. And after that, no more allowance for two whole months. “Oh right, Grandpa,” Cassandra said with a light smile and a playful wink at Alexander Taylor, “I figured you've been free lately, so I asked the school for an extra seat. We’ll head to the capital Friday for that joint university gala. Surprise—hope you’re into it?” “I get to go too?” Alexander lit up. “Yep. Each student gets three invitations—they want parents to be able to come along. Dad gets one, I get one, and since Aunt Lillian