Alla was working tirelessly on her design plans for her wedding fund, but no matter how hard she worked, she couldn't outpace the approaching wedding date...
She managed to complete only eight designs, and when she handed them over to Walden Abrams, she was utterly exhausted: "Take these and complete the exchange quickly, I need the money!"
Walden Abrams, sitting at his desk munching on an apple, eyed the money-obsessed Alla: "You're about to marry one of the world's top billionaires, why are you still working so hard?"
If he were the one being taken in by a wealthy woman, he wouldn't even glance at a golden pencil, let alone rush design plans. If someone else was supporting him, why bother drawing at all?
Alla, slumped over the desk, flicked through the PPT for the next project with lethargic fingers, "Mr. Abrams, I need to prepare my own wedding fund..."
