Chapter 73 Billionaire's Spoiled Child

• Fishing out my phone, I tapped my fingers impatiently on the screen as I dialed Carl's number, bringing it up to my ear. It was a moment I had never imagined experiencing, let alone dreaming of. My fingers danced nervously on the tabletop as the phone rang, each ring amplifying my anticipation.
• "Pick up the damn call, Carl," I muttered under my breath, my agitation palpable. I was bursting with happiness, eager to share the news with him. Moreover, I wanted to discuss a decision I had recently made—it was time to end the agreement we had made a few weeks ago.
• Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that I would reach this point so soon. As a billionaire's spoiled child, my life had been about enjoying every moment and indulging in life's luxuries without concern for the future or finances.