Broke? I'm Sitting on a 100‑Million Contract

After closing a 100-million-dollar business deal, I dip into an ordinary-looking cafe by the street on a whim.

"I'll have a cup of cappuccino, please."

The waitress, who's immaculately dressed, rolls her eyes at me before sashaying toward me. In a fake, nasally tone, she says, "I'm sorry, but there aren't any servers here. I'm the owner of this place."

She eyes me up and down before continuing, "The prices here are relatively high for regular people. Are you sure you want to order coffee from me?"

I pause in the act of massaging my temple. Finally, I scan around the cafe.

"Your cafe is nothing to look at. Are you saying that you're not going to serve regular people, then?"

The owner's friend jumps up to her feet instantly at my comment. Then, she starts berating me angrily.

"Gianna has opened this cafe just to burn her free time and contribute to the community by giving them a taste of what it feels like to be rich! How dare you question her!

"Do you even know who Gianna is? She's the successor of Luxara Corporation! Her boyfriend is Levi Anderson, the CEO of Miller Group! How dare you talk to her like this! You won't be able to make a living in Westford anymore!"

I raise an eyebrow in response.

The man who had kneeled before me with tears rolling down his cheeks while begging me to invest in his company… was the boss of Luxara Corporation, if I remembered correctly.

Also, isn't Levi that live-in husband of mine?

I found the situation a little hilarious. I sat down and said, "Fine. I'll have a cup. I'd like to see what fancy coffee tastes like."

Gianna Reed looked me over with suspicion. "Once you place your order, there are no refunds or exchanges."

I gave a casual nod. Only then did Gianna relax and turn to prepare the coffee.

Three minutes later, she brought over a cup of cappuccino. She was so quick that I suspected she had used instant coffee powder.

Once I had the cup in hand, I gave it a gentle sniff. As expected, it smelled like cheap instant coffee.

Gianna stood before me and spoke with confidence, "Our beans come from Caldora, and they are the purest Grilla variety.

"The flavor is wonderfully layered. Before it even touches your lips, you can catch a faint hint of jasmine. Once it hits your palate, you'll taste a honey-like sweetness along with notes of citrus and cedar—"

I couldn't help raising a hand to cut her off. "You served me instant coffee."

The slightly arrogant smile on Gianna's face froze, and her expression darkened instantly.

Jeff Davis, the other owner of the shop, hurried over at once. "Even Mr. Anderson has praised Gianna's coffee. Don't spout nonsense if you know nothing about it, you poor fool. You just think it's too expensive and can't afford it, so you're stirring up trouble on purpose."

Gianna regained her composure,