Chapter 196

The amount displayed on screen wasn't just substantial—it was astronomical. Who in their right mind would casually drop that kind of cash? The live chat exploded with reactions, yet no one dared place a bid.

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The string of zeros following the first digit left viewers dizzy. When the streamer announced the item—a private tropical island named Panther Cay, valued at two billion dollars—silence fell.

Who even buys an island online? Clearly, the streamer had used it as clickbait to boost viewership.

Then, in a heartbeat, it was sold.

The buyer’s ID flashed across the screen: @RichBaby.

The chat erupted.

Evelyn Sinclair’s account had resurfaced. Last time, she’d blown 800 million to hijack an entire shopping livestream, demanding the host scour Europe for her whims.

Now? She’d just casually dropped two billion on a tropical island.

For the ultra-rich, money wasn’t currency—it was just numbers on a screen.

Unaware she’d become trending news again, Evelyn stepped out of the bathroom, only for Leo to pounce at her feet.

"Mama! I bought a little panther!"

Evelyn’s lips twitched.

She blinked at her stack of phones, wondering if she was hallucinating.

A bank notification glared back at her:

($2,000,000,000.00 — PAYMENT SUCCESSFUL!)

Panther Cay, a private tropical island, now belonged to Evelyn Sinclair.

Leo’s eyes sparkled with glee as it bounced around her, tail flicking excitedly before curling into her arms.

Evelyn exhaled. Sure, it was an absurd purchase—but the money was already gone.

Now, what exactly did one do with an island?

Before she could brainstorm, Lucas’ scream tore through the penthouse.

"WHO THE HELL SPENT MY TWO BILLION?!"

Evelyn froze.

She double-checked the bank alert.

Oh.

Oops.

That particular card had been linked to Lucas’ account.

"Fantastic! I just saved two billion!" Lucas stormed out of the kitchen, phone clutched in a death grip, glaring at his sister. "WHY?!"

Evelyn offered a sheepish smile. "Well… to celebrate my recent corporate takeover and the billion-dollar profit I made, I bought myself a little island."

Lucas clutched his chest.

She’d earned a billion—then spent two to celebrate?!

He whipped toward William Sterling, who’d just entered the room.

"Dad, are you sure Evelyn won’t bankrupt the company?"

William smacked the back of Lucas’ head. "Don’t be dramatic. It’s just an island."

Then, with a dismissive glance, he added, "Honestly, you’re the most useless of my children."

Lucas gaped.

Why was he always footing Evelyn’s bills?!

First the yacht, then the shopping spree, now this island?!

Alexander and Donovan were far richer than him!

Evelyn grinned, eyes crinkling. "Lucas, Leo and I appreciate you so much."

With that, she scooped up Leo and sauntered off.

The internet, meanwhile, had imploded.

[Rich Queen, buy me next!]

[CEO Sinclair, adopt me!]

[Goddess, I’m cheaper than an island!]

[Imagine having 2B to blow on a whim…]

[The jealousy is REAL.]

Dominic Kingsley, under Evelyn’s orders, swiftly contained the frenzy. By the next evening, chatter had died down—until Isabella Montgomery dragged Evelyn out to Velvet Lounge to "celebrate" her new acquisition.

When Evelyn arrived, Isabella was already laughing with the bartender.

Spotting Evelyn, she winked. "Ms. Sinclair, your spending habits are legendary."

Evelyn sighed. "What if I told you it was an accidental purchase?"

She gestured to Leo. "He must’ve misclicked. What bad intentions could a tiny AI tiger have?"

The bartender stared at her with reverence, sliding a shot of tequila her way.

Evelyn downed it. "Thanks."

"You just scared off every gold-digger in the city," Isabella mused. "Next time, maybe don’t broadcast your island purchases if you want suitors."

Evelyn arched a brow. "I spend my family’s money. Why would I care about men’s opinions?"

"Fair." Isabella smirked. "Though, you did reject Nathan Blackwood."

Evelyn snorted. "Him? Worthless."

Isabella tapped her chin. "At least find someone more expensive next time."

Evelyn nearly choked on her drink.

This woman was insane.

Isabella, however, was dead serious. "How much do you think Nathan’s worth?"

Evelyn’s lips curled.

"Less than dirt."