My Fiancée, Her Assistant, and a VIP Pass to Betrayal

Since my favorite basketball player is hosting a meet-and-greet, I've ordered a VIP seat that comes with the benefit of interacting with the player in advance.

When the time comes, I follow a staff member to my designated seat. I'm about to sit down when a man walks over and takes my seat instead.

"This is where I can watch the meet-and-greet the best. I shall have this seat, then."

I just stare at the man, completely speechless. "Sir, this is my seat. Please get off the chair."

What I don't expect is for him to dig out a stack of cash before hurling it at me.

"A peasant like you has no right to meet basketball stars! I'm buying this seat from you right now! Take the money and scram!"

Seeing that I refuse to leave, the man continues haughtily, "I'm Wilbur Collins, the assistant of Jade Pearson, CEO of Pearson Group! Everyone in this city knows who the Pearsons are! Are you trying to push your luck here?"

Jade Pearson? Isn't that the fiancee who my dad has betrothed to me?

I pull out my phone and call her right away. "Hey, your assistant has snatched my seat from me in a basketball star's meet-and-greet session like the hooligan he is. You'd better give me a good explanation for this!"

The title "personal assistant" itself sounded ambiguous, like it could mean something more than that. Moreover, Wilbur Collins had blatantly used Jade Pearson's identity to validate his own, which was even more suspicious.

Jade had better give me a reasonable explanation, or I would definitely call off our engagement!

But then, Jade's cold voice came through the phone. "Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to interfere in my affairs!"

With that, she abruptly hung up on me.

Wilbur laughed arrogantly.

"Serves you right for being so pretentious! Did you really think that I'd believe you if you called a random number and claimed it was Ms. Pearson?"

I showed him my phone screen and demanded, "Take a look at the number yourself. Isn't this Jade's personal number?"

When Wilbur saw that it was indeed her personal number, he shuddered slightly before giving me another once-over.

"Your outfit doesn't even amount to more than 200 bucks! How dare you even think that you're on the same level as Mr. Pearson!"

Everything I wore was custom-made to my size. Although it wasn't from some luxurious brand, anyone could still tell that it was expensive from the type of fabric used and the craftsmanship.

"Stop embarrassing yourself if you don't even know your place!"

I couldn't be bothered to continue arguing with him anymore and just yanked him out of my seat.

"I don't care whose personal assistant you are. This seat still belongs to me, even if you manage to drag Jade all the way here. Now get out of the way!"

Wilbur was caught off guard when I yanked him up, and he