Chapter 535 Lola the Matchmaker
"I saw on their official site that those earrings of yours go for a cool $20K, huh?"
"Seriously, are those kicks really worth more than $3,000?"
"I heard that dress you're rocking is a whopping $120,000. The only one piece in the world."WN took a page out of QY's book, keeping things exclusive and tailor-made for the high rollers who want that standout, lavish vibe.
"For real, quit with the price chat..." Lola hushed them with a smooth hand gesture, whispering, "Folks might start thinking I'm all about flaunting."
As the group rallied around her, their voices growing louder in support.
"Being the Medici heiress, those pricey threads are just your daily grind," they reinforced.
"No one's thinking you're showing off; it's your norm. You're all about caring for others, a legit kind soul," they praised Lola.
"Yo, Lola, word on the street is your folks got a soft spot for you, is that straight-up?" a voice whispered in gossip.
She had five older brothers, and if her parents doted on her instead of them, it would make people envious.
"Of course it's true!" a short-haired girl chimed in, "Saw Lola and her ma splurging like there's no tomorrow. Millions on the fly, just 'cos Lola fancied it!"
"Dang, talk about next level wealth," envy filled the air, voices buzzing.
"Lola, you're so lucky! Your mom dropping millies on your gear without blinking?"
"When will I ever have a mom like that? Complains about a haircut like it's her life savings," grievances spilled out.
"Bought some LV gear, ma called it lavish," another shared.
"Last birthday, ma said go wild with the cash. I eyed a $31K dress, got shut down for a $19K piece."
The comparisons flowed. To the common folk, these sums sounded insane, but to Lola, they were pocket change, almost laughable.
A long-haired girl said, "Lola, I heard Blake is your brother. I really like him. Can you get me an autographed photo of him? I'm willing to pay thousands of dollars for it!"
"Do you think Lola needs that money?" another curly-haired girl scoffed, then fawningly linked arms with Lola and pleaded, "I already have over a hundred of Blake's autographed photos, but I can never get tickets to his concerts! Lola, can you help me get a ticket? I'll pay ten or even twenty times the price, just help me out."
"Blake's front-row VIP concert tickets are really hard to get! They sell out in less than a second every time. I suspect those people were using bots."
"Lola, I saw an interview with Steven in a financial magazine last month. He's so handsome! And his age, achievements, and personality meet all my criteria for a partner! Please, find a way to introduce me to him. If he takes a liking to me, I'll seize the opportunity. If he dislikes me and wants me to stay away, I will. I won't make things difficult for you, please?"
Zoey, the girl speaking, came from a family in the car manufacturing business. They targeted ordinary working folks, with cars priced around $7,000 to $10,000, but their high sales volume brought in substantial profits.
Their latest mini electric car series, cute in design and priced at $3,000 to $4,000, was a hit among young people and parents needing a car for school runs. They quickly climbed to 13th place on Libertya's wealth list.
Lola shot a look at Zoey, her mind racing, 'Zoey and Steven? A way better match than Abigail!'
Her disdain for Abigail ran deep, deeming her worthless and clueless, tainted by a rough past—booted out and barely scraping by. But what really set her off? Abigail's ties to troublemaker Abella, a recipe for chaos if she snagged Steven.
"If I become your sister-in-law, I'll give you all sorts of benefits," Zoey clung to Lola, her voice laden with entreaty.
"Count me in too! Help me snag Blake, and I'll owe you big time," another girl joined in, eager for Lola's matchmaking touch.
"Hey Lola, any brother works for me!" the requests kept pouring in.
Facing the chorus of pleas, Lola flashed a gentle grin. "Can't be playing cupid for my bros. Here's the deal: I'll host a shindig at my place. Your shot at romance depends on your game."
Ecstatic, the group erupted in gratitude.
"Lola, you're my ride-or-die. Total love for you!"
"My hero! With your help, I'm set for life."
"Lola, your heart's pure gold."
Lola smiled on the surface, but inside, she was very uncertain because she knew her brothers' personalities well. Finding someone who could catch their interest would be nearly impossible.
Just then, Abella walked over with the contestants from the talent team. She was stunningly beautiful, with a powerful aura and the "top scorer" halo, making her the center of attention as soon as she appeared.
"Hey, look, it's Abella! Damn, she's even hotter in person than in pics. Finally getting a peek at her today."
"They let a frosh lead the pack this year at Med Uni?"
"Why the shock? Abella's a standout, the top gun from their school. Makes sense they'd pick her to rep."
"True that. She's the boss. But will she actually get in the ring herself?"
"Hell, if Abella steps up, what event's left for the rest of us? I'd tap out on the spot," a voice lamented, disheartened.
"Come on, aim higher! Smarts don't guarantee all-around skills!"
Lola, nearby, felt a twinge seeing Abella swarmed. 'What's her game here?' she mused, a sense of discomfort creeping in.
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