Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 132

Arianne spotted Tiffany sitting by the window with one glance when she arrived at the restaurant. She recollected her emotions then slowly walked towards her and sat down.

Before she could begin, Tiffany began jabbering on and on, “I’m done for, I’m done for. I thought that I had found a good job, but I never thought that my boss would turn out to be Jackson West! I’ve knocked into his car and said a few hateful words to him too. I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t hold a grudge! I definitely won’t last very long in his company. I might as well pack up and leave instead of waiting for him to fire me…”

Arianne was a little rattled. She was thinking about Ethan’s reasons for seeking her out. If she gave this card to Tiffany, she would undoubtedly believe that Ethan was doing well in life, the kind of life that meant that he could spend millions without batting an eye. There was no greater slap in the face than telling someone that their ex was much better off than they were…

Tiffany grew anxious when she noticed her silence. “Say something, Ari. What should I do now?”

Arianne calmed herself and said, “Tiffie, I may not know Jackson very well, but he’s close to Mark. People like him have pretty good tolerance, and probably wouldn’t begrudge a young girl. Just keep doing your job and see how it goes. I… have something to tell you…”

Tiffany propped her chin on her hands and stared at her innocently. “Go ahead.”

“Ethan came looking for me at my office, downstairs. He asked me to give you something.” This was Arianne’s conclusion after much deliberation. There was no use in holding on to the card. Knowing Tiffany, she would have let go of all uncertainties. Perhaps this money could be used as a consolation prize to make up for her losses.

“What… did he ask you to give me? Haha… What good could there possibly be? Nothing except money could make me happy now. He’s wise to avoid coming to me, because I’d beat him to death!” Tiffany sounded like she was joking, but her eyes clouded over with unmistakable sadness, which looked like it could spill over.

“That’s exactly it—money. And it’s not a small amount either.” Arianne pulled out the card. “The password is your birthday.”