Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TYERSALL PARK, SINGAPORE
“It was an epic fail, a disaster of titanic proportions,” Carlton sighed over the phone to his
sister as he recounted his date with Scheherazade.
“I’m so sorry, Carlton—it sounds traumatic,” Rachel said. “So what happened after
Colette dropped her bombshell?”
“Well, it basically killed the dinner for everyone. Scheherazade didn’t eat a thing after
that, and I bolted right after dessert was served. It became apparent to me that
Scheherazade’s parents were going to file a restraining order against me if I stuck around
one minute longer.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
“No, actually, it probably got worse. Everyone went into the drawing room for drinks
and coffee, and I just know Colette was itching to get into all the details of exactly what
happened in London. I’m sure she went on a no-holds-barred campaign to tell the Shangs
what a murderous monster I am. Scheherazade walked me down to my car, and I tried to
tell her the whole story but it just all came out wrong. I was rushing and nervous, and I
think she was too in shock to process anything.”
“It’s a lot of story for a first date, Carlton. Give her a little time to recover,” Rachel said
gently.
“She’ll have all the time in the world—I heard she left for Paris first thing this morning.
Game over.”
“It’s not game over. Maybe her leaving had nothing to do with you.”
“Uh-uh, I don’t think so. She hasn’t responded to any of my texts in the past twentyfour
hours.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Jesus, you millennials! If you really want to win her back, fly to
Paris, send her a thousand roses, take her to dinner at some romantic rooftop in the
Marais, just do something other than text her!”
“It’s not so simple. She’s surrounded by bodyguards 24/7. If she’s not going to respond
to my texts, I don’t want to be some creepy stalker who shows up at her doorstep.”
“Carlton, even if you tried, you would never come across as a creepy stalker.