Haiden scoffed, hands grabbing the other maid's waist he paid for, a look of disdain in his face. He didn't expect to meet you, his ex-girlfriend, as the maid in this VIP room of the infamous nightclub.

You left Haiden because he was poor. Who wants to have a future with a pizza delivery boy, after all?

But look at him now, the most richest business man.

"Gold digger." He hisses, pulling out a $100k check for a tip.

Haiden waits for you to take the check.