The VIP Seat

I managed to secure a VIP seat for my favorite idol's concert.

Just as I followed the staff to my seat and was about to sit down, a woman walked up from behind and plopped herself right into my spot.

"This view is the best. I'm taking this seat."

I looked at her and felt speechless. "Miss, that's my seat. Please move!"

To my surprise, she pulled out a stack of cash from her bag and tossed it at me.

"If you're broke, don't try to act like a fan. I'm buying this spot from you. Take the money and get lost!"

When I didn't move, she sneered, "I'm the secretary to Mark Lawrence, CEO of Lawrence Group. In Jericha City, everyone knows the Lawrence family. Don't push your luck!"

Mark? Wasn't he the man my dad engaged me to?

I immediately retrieved my phone and called him. "Your secretary is out here throwing her weight around. She stole my concert seat. You owe me an explanation for this!"

The title 'secretary' already carried a certain implication, especially when she so openly flaunted Mark Lawrence's name.

Mark had better give me a reasonable explanation today. Otherwise, this engagement was as good as over.

But on the other end of the line, his voice was cold. "Who do you think you are? You have no right to interfere in my business."

The call ended abruptly.

Kelly Jackson burst out laughing beside me. "What a joke. You think I'll believe you just because you made a random call and claimed it's Mr. Lawrence?"

I turned my phone toward her. "Take a look at it yourself. Isn't this his number?"

She glanced at the screen, saw that it really was Mark's private number, and wavered for a second.

She then looked me up and down several times. "Do you even look like someone wearing more than 30 bucks' worth of clothes? How dare you claim a connection to Mr. Lawrence?"

Everything I wore was custom-made. There weren't any visible brand labels, but the quality spoke for itself.

"If you're blind, maybe stay home instead of embarrassing yourself."

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. I grabbed her arm and yanked her out of my seat.

"I don't care whose secretary you are. Even if Mark shows up, this seat is still mine. Move!"

She stumbled in her high heels and nearly fell.

She glared at me angrily. "Wretch! How dare you do that to me?"

I glare right back at her. "Watch your mouth, or don't blame me for what happens next."

Kelly was intimidated by the look in my eyes. She took two steps back and started barking at an usher nearby. "Throw her out now, or I'll have Mr. Lawrence revoke this venue's right to operate!"

The usher quickly came over and tried to reason with me. "Miss, we'll refund your ticket in full and upgrade you to another seat for free. Is that okay?"

I refused sternly. "No! This