glanced at the number . It was 600,000 dollars . He even gave me an extra two thousand ! Stella hooked her arm through his and looked at me , saying , " Bridget , Jeremy is quite generous to you . He gave you exactly what you asked for . But from now on , you both belong to different worlds . I hope you won't make any negative remarks about Jeremy in front of anyone ! " Jeremy also looked at me , pursing his lips . " I don't want anyone to know that you and I were ever involved ! " I understood . He despised me and feared I'd tell the media he was my boyfriend . Don't worry , I won't . After all , having such a heartless boyfriend wasn't something worth bragging about . When Jeremy left and the onlookers dispersed , only my best friend , Wendy , stayed behind - still fuming . " Bridget , are you an idiot ? What can you do with 600,000 dollars ? It can't even buy a single apartment ! " I looked at her with a pale face . " But he only owes me this much . " Liking him was my own choice . Taking care of him was , too . I'd just accept that I loved the wrong person . Wendy sighed and poked my head with her finger , calling me an idiot all the way back . When I got home , everything that belonged to Jeremy was gone . So was Stella's stuff . It was like a storm had swept through , leaving a mess scattered across the floor for no one to clean up . After setting up my stall all night , I'd even stopped by the hospital early this morning to pick up Jeremy's medicine . Now I lay collapsed on the sofa , too exhausted to move . " Meow . " Melon crouched before me , tilting her head as she meowed . She was a stray cat I'd picked up from the street . Forcing myself up , I fed her and tidied the room a little while I was at it . In the evening , I set up my stall as usual . Without Jeremy , my expenses were actually quite low . Six hundred thousand , at my current spending rate , was enough for me for some months . But I wanted to buy a house , to have a home of my own . The Girl He Dumped Turned Out to Be the Billionaire's Granddaughter 1/2 13.6 % 9:19 Thu , Oct 16 95 Outside the university town , my barbecue stall was the most popular spot on the snack street and young college students loved my business . That day , a man in a sharp suit suddenly appeared at my stall . " Ma'am , give me five lamb skewers , ten skewers with fat , " he ordered . I'm used to serving young , energetic college students , but this was my first time serving someone so incredibly wealthy and successful . I couldn't help but stare at him a few more times . He was tall - probably around 188 or 189 cm- with an upright posture and a calm , distinguished elegance . Not to mention , he was strikingly handsome : high nose bridge , deep - set eyes and facial features so sculpted they almost gave off a Eurasian mixed - race vibe . Parked near the alley entrance was a silver - grey Cayenne , lights still on , with a driver inside - probably waiting for him . Having read countless romance novels , my mind instantly conjured up a cliché plot : an overbearing CEO buying grilled skewers for his pampered college wife . So I grinned extra brightly . " Sure thing! For here or to go ? " I was certain it'd be to - go . I even grabbed a takeout container right away . But the CEO - type said , " Here . " Then , completely ignoring my surprised expression , he casually found a seat and sat down . He ordered about $ 300 worth of food in total . At that moment , I grilled while serving him skewers one after another . By the time I was done , I was sweating profusely and he'd devoured it all in a flash . " The grilling is good . How's your cooking ? " I was taken aback and pointed at myself . " Are you asking me ? Well , I'm pretty decent . I even trained as a chef before starting this stall ! " Hearing that , the CEO immediately pulled a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to me . " Are you interested in becoming my personal chef ? " 9:20 Thu , Oct 16 95 Chapter 3