Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

mind! I really don’t think this girl has any interest in insulting you.”
“Of course she’s insulted me, and she’s insulted my husband. Did you notice that she
didn’t mention Jack once? Who do you think is funding all her monkey business?”
“Kitty, you’re just building all this up in your head and sending yourself into a tailspin.”
“No, I’m sending you into a tailspin. I want you to get me a title. I want a proper royal
title that’s higher-ranking than Colette’s.”
Oliver sighed. “Kitty, getting you any sort of title is going to take time. Living in
Singapore, you could aim for an honorific from one of the Malay royal families. But you’d
have to do an obscene amount of sucking up. Best-case scenario if you play your cards
right, you may be able to receive a title within a few years.”
“No, I’m not waiting that long. I don’t care what you have to do, how much you have to
spend. I want a title and I want it before Colette’s stupid monkey ball.”
“That’s just not realistic, Kitty. I mean, I do know a few bisexual Italian princes that
might be willing—in exchange for certain financial incentives—to marry you, but you’ll
have to divorce Jack.”
Kitty scoffed. “What are you talking about? I’m not divorcing my husband!”
“Then I’m afraid there’s really no way to get you a royal title within a month.”
“Well then, you’re out of a job! I’m not going to pay your retainer anymore. In fact, I’m
stopping payment on everything right now. The Nigel Barker photo-shoot fees, all the
money you’ve spent decorating my house, everything.”
“Kitty, stop being unreasonable. That’s close to a hundred million dollars. You know I’ll
be on the hook for all those bills if you don’t pay them,” Oliver sputtered in alarm.
“Exactly. So get me that title! What’s higher-ranking than a countess? A duchess? A
princess? An empress? I don’t care if you need to bribe Prince Bibimbap of Korea, I just
want Colette to have to curtsy to me the next time I encounter her. I want to wipe the
floor with her face!” Kitty screamed.
“Kitty, please calm down. Kitty?” Oliver realized she had hung up on him. A wave of
fear suddenly passed through his body. Kitty was one client he could not risk losing. His
monthly retainer from her was the one thing that kept the wolves at bay.
Unbeknownst to the Youngs, the Shangs, or the rest of the world, Oliver’s family had
fallen on hard times, ever since Barings went bust in 1995. Most of the T’sien portfolio
had been invested with the storied investment firm in London that were bankers to
Britain’s most aristocratic families, including the queen. But after the firm went bankrupt
—ironically due to a rogue trader based in Singapore—the T’siens along with every
Barings investor had been wiped out.
What remained in the other T’sien accounts was a pittance, about ten million, and all
that went into maintaining his grandmother Rosemary’s lifestyle. It was her money
rightfully, and she was entitled to live out her last years in comfort, but it meant that
there would be barely anything left for her five children. The T’siens had been one of
Singapore’s largest landowners in the 1900s, but there was only one property left now—
his grandmother’s sprawling bungalow on Dalvey Road that was maybe worth thirty-five