Summary
As the gold-digging supporting character, I bullied and tormented my Villain Foster Brother.
I kept pushing my luck.
My gaze lingered as I sized him up, and I scoffed coldly: “Just this little money for me? Useless thing!”
Gradually, the look in my Foster Brother’s eyes grew darker and darker. He seemed on the verge of losing control.
After the story’s virtuous Female Lead appeared, I sensibly left.
Later.
In a lavish, golden villa, I was pressed against the mirror.
My Foster Brother, worth over a hundred million, gripped my waist from behind. His eyes were bloodshot, the smile in them cold and twisted, as he whispered each word slowly.
“Why are you trembling… Don’t you like money? Brother has plenty of it.”
“Now be good and swallow it.”