A newbie spending this much all at once?
'She must be rich.'
The thought sparked a devious idea in his mind.
If her son, Marlon Marshall, was this reckless, then his mother was setting an even worse example.
Mrs. Marshall had recently been using mahjong as an excuse to go out and keep Jason Irving as her boy toy. She was practically attached at his hip.
Tonight, after leaving the salon, Mrs. Marshall drove her own car, bringing Jason Irving to a high-end residential complex—right to her own front door.
"This is your place?" Jason Irving knew she was a rich woman, but he hadn't expected her to be *this* wealthy. Anyone who could afford a house here was definitely not poor.
Mrs. Marshall chuckled. "I won't hide it from you. This is indeed my home. Want to come in for a bit?"
A corner of Jason Irving's mouth lifted. "I have a feeling your family's home. They probably wouldn't be too happy to see me, so I think I'll pass."
