Chapter 151

“You’re still in school. Wearing a diamond ring every day would be a hassle—this simple band suits you better.” Tyrone took the ring and slipped it onto Alicia’s finger himself.

Alicia felt her eyes sting with heat.

Why did he always do things that could be so easily misunderstood?

This was supposed to be a marriage of convenience. Did it even matter if there was a ring at all?

“The ring... Is this just for your grandfather? To convince him to call off the White family engagement?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Tyrone studied her for a long moment before answering. “It’s for you. Don’t you like it? It’s by a famous designer.”

Alicia stared at the ring in surprise. In the light, it shimmered—almost more dazzling than any diamond.

“It must’ve cost a fortune,” she whispered.

Tyrone chuckled. “You’re so practical.”

Alicia grinned and admired the ring on her hand for a long time.

Just think of it as part of the act, she told herself. Even if she knew she’d have to wake up from this dream someday, at least, for now, she could pretend.

Her chest tightened. She snuck a glance at Tyrone. “When we get divorced... can I keep the ring? I mean, it’s not like—”

It’s not like anyone else’s fingers would fit it anyway.

Tyrone looked at her, amused. “Already planning for the divorce? Do you really dislike me that much?”

Alicia’s heart skipped a beat. Molly had warned her: this was the kind of banter sugar daddies liked, a little push and pull. If the sugar daddy played at being emotionally invested, the sugar baby was supposed to play along.

So, Alicia threw herself into Tyrone’s arms, her voice stiff as she tried to sound playful. “Of course not...”

Tyrone raised his eyebrows, glancing down at her. “Where’d you learn to act cute like that?”

Alicia looked up at him. “I figured it out myself...”

She’d never really dated before. Her four years with Vincent had been devoid of affection, let alone playful flirting.

Honestly, she had no idea how to act cute. She just wasn’t cut out to be someone like Molly, a top-tier sugar baby.

“It’s good. Keep working on it.” Tyrone’s lips curved into a rare smile.

...

At school.

After Alicia and Tyrone left, Vincent stood frozen for a long time, gripping his gift box, his face dark with frustration before he finally turned away.

He’d thought Tyrone wouldn’t show up today. If he hadn’t, Vincent planned to give Alicia the ring and bracelet himself, ask her to wait for him... If only he could fix the crisis at Lawson & Co., he’d finally give her a real home, make her his wife...

But Tyrone had come after all.

As Vincent disappeared down the hall, Mina stormed out, furious. She tried to catch up with Vincent but was immediately surrounded by reporters.

She glared at them, wanting to leave but unable to push through. “Miss Holloway, there are rumors your brother was behind a bullying scandal at school. Care to comment?”

Mina’s expression darkened.

“There’s evidence your cousin skipped class and bought her graduation project, yet she still graduated with honors. Miss Holloway, did you pull some strings?”

“Get out of my way!” Mina snapped, glaring at the reporters.

They had to be Tyrone’s people—no one stopped them from crowding her, and they ignored everyone else.

Clearly, this was all premeditated.

“Miss Holloway, there was a livestream accusing Crystal Waters of ties to organized crime, with you as the mastermind. Any response?”

Mina’s face grew stormier by the second. Tyrone was determined to destroy the Holloway family’s reputation in the media.

She tried to shove past them, but the reporters blocked her path, their questions getting sharper. “We’ve heard you married Vesperia’s husband after breaking up their marriage. How do you respond to accusations of having no morals—”

Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)

Chapter 150 Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse Chapter 760 - 756: Encountering a Man with Evil Intentions Smack! The words hit a nerve, and Mina slapped the reporter before she even realized what she was doing.

Instantly, every camera turned on her.

The reporter—one of Tyrone’s plants—dramatically collapsed to the ground.

Panic surged through Mina. Surrounded by reporters, everything she’d spent years building—her reputation, her image—collapsed in an instant.