To Hire A Billionaire As My Sugar Baby With Only $0.99 In My Pocket Chapter 02

To Hire A Billionaire As My Sugar Baby With Only $0.99 In My Pocket Chapter 02

His voice sounded weak and exhausted.

“…Fine. I’ll let you support me.”

“But promise me one thing—keep that System of yours from zapping me again.”

That damn System really had no mercy.

I forced out a bitter smile. “To be honest, I’m a victim too.”

Graham fell silent, as if he had finally accepted his fate.

After a while, he sighed. “Fine. So how exactly is this supposed to work?”

I turned to look at the System.

The System immediately launched into narration mode.

“According to the original plot, you fell hard for Graham.”

“Yeah, you, Lucinda. You got obsessed with him because he was handsome and had a tragic past.”

“You bought him a mansion and threw money at him like it was nothing. You basically kept him glued to your side.”

“Meanwhile, poor Graham had no money to pay for his mother’s medical bills, so he could only submit to your evil tyranny.”

I stared at it in disbelief.

Graham stayed silent.

A luxury villa? That place had probably been seized by the bank years ago.

And money? I barely had enough to feed myself!

Besides, his mother had recovered three years ago!

The System cleared its throat and explained calmly.

“Two parts to the mission. Give him a place, and give him cash.”

Easy for it to say. Where the hell was I supposed to find a place?

After thinking for a moment, I decisively made another phone call.

“Hey, Mrs. Blake? It’s Lucinda.”

“I rented a place from you a while back. Any rooms still available?”

“Huh? A converted bathroom? Yeah, that works. Dark’s fine.”

“Wait—two hundred and fifty a month? That’s a bit steep, Mrs. Blake…”

I rode my little electric scooter with Graham sitting behind me.

The poor scooter was already struggling under the weight of two adults.

It wobbled along, creaking and groaning under the strain.

I drove him through narrow alleyways, turning left and right through cramped streets.

The road was bumpy as hell. Several times, Graham nearly got bucked off.

To his credit, the man had the patience of a saint. After all that, he only asked one thing.

“Are we almost there?”

Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away. We arrived after half an hour.

The moment we got there, though, Graham’s face visibly darkened.

See? He was in such a rush to get here, and now he’s annoyed anyway.

The room was tiny. There was only a bed and a chair. That was it.

The room couldn’t fit anything else.

Following the System’s instructions, I began reciting my lines.

“Starting today, your mother’s medical bills are on me.”

“You won’t need to stay in the company dorms anymore, either.”

“You’ll live right here, in this… uh… little villa I’m giving you.”

“Don’t go thinking you don’t deserve it. Focus more on what you can bring to the table. I don’t do deals that lose money.”

Graham said nothing. He looked completely checked out.

Honestly, he looked like his brain had just short-circuited.

Meanwhile, my scripted dialogue continued attacking him.

“I bet you’ve never seen a high-end sofa like this before.”

“Go on, take a seat. Experience how the rich enjoy life.”

The moment those words left my mouth, even I froze.

Sofa? What sofa? There was only one chair in the room.

The System said awkwardly, “…The chair will do.”

Graham walked over on those long legs of his and sat down in silence, the two of us watching him the whole time.

He kept his eyes down, as if he wanted to sink straight through the floor.

A second later, the old chair gave one last groan. Then one of the legs gave out.

Graham slowly climbed up from the floor. He looked like he was about to cry.

I looked away. I couldn’t bear to watch.

Poor guy. I’d buy you some app-only meal deals someday to make up for this.

That night, after a long, grueling day of deliveries, I showered and collapsed into bed to recover.

Then the System spoke again, “Time to send him the money.”

One sentence instantly jolted me awake. My eyes widened.

“Send what? To who?”

The System sounded exasperated, like a parent disappointed by a hopeless child.

“Didn’t I explain this already? Two parts to the mission. Give him a place, and give him cash!”

I chewed on my finger nervously.

“Do I really have to? I’m broke too, you know.”

“And you didn’t remind me earlier—he’s already gone now.”

The System replied flatly, “Just send him something. That’s what online transfers are for. Technology is supposed to make life easier.”

I nodded thoughtfully and opened my chat with Graham.

How much should I send? Maybe something with a romantic number.

After all, Graham was technically my kept man now. The sense of ceremony mattered.

After mulling it over, a satisfied grin spread across my face.

I entered the amount into a transfer and hit send.

The System watched everything in disbelief. “1.11?!”

I beamed. “Well? Romantic, right? 1.11. Sounds like ‘you’re my one and only.’”

The System fell silent. Probably just rage quit.

Not long after I sent the money, Graham set a message.

He didn’t take it.

Instead, he asked: [Is this another task from the System?]

I typed back right away.

[Yeah, just take it. Who knows what kind of evil quest it’s gonna throw at us tomorrow.]

The typing bubble popped up. It stayed there for almost half a minute.

Finally, Graham replied: [How much was it? I’ll pay you back double.]

I was completely stunned.

No wonder this guy was the richest man in Crestwood. Now that’s what you call class!

I was so moved I nearly burst into tears. Then I withdrew the transfer right away.

Graham might be really speechless. He replied with just a question mark.