Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 2053

“Beck, owning just one percent of the Sanders Corporation, that's worth billions.”

The subtext was clear: sending her away with just three million dollars was laughably insufficient.

Beck scoffed, finally seeing her true colors. “So, it's all about the money of the Sanders Corporation for you.”

“I won’t let you take another paternity test. You can leave with three million dollars right now. But if I let you take that test and you’re found out, no matter how well you play your part, you’ll end up with nothing.”

Stella had already stood up, noticing the chef had just served dinner.

“Beck, let’s talk over dinner,” she suggested, as if she owned the place.

Beck’s brow twitched, his lips pressed into a thin line. His upbringing prevented him from uttering something even more offensive.

He could only watch as Stella took her seat at the dining table, even gesturing for him to join.

“This is my house!” Beck couldn't hold back anymore, his voice a low growl. “And that glass you’re holding, the water you’re drinking, it's all mine.”

Stella, resting her chin in her hand, kept her narrow eyes fixed on Beck.

After being stared at for three minutes, Beck felt uneasy.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. I find Beck very interesting.”

All the complaints Beck had were suddenly stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

Beck snorted, it took him a while to say, “No wonder those guys are so head over heels for you. This is how you charm them.”

Stella had already started sipping her soup, deducing two rules.

“Never promise anything, never say no. They’re all just friends.”

“Friends, or should I say your personal ATMs.”

“If you want to see it that way, sure. If it weren’t for these 'ATMs,' I would’ve starved to death a long time ago. I wouldn’t have lived to see the day the Sanders family acknowledged me.”

After saying that, her eyes reddened and she began to cry, quickly grabbing a tissue from the table.

Beck saw she was genuinely crying, his frown deepening.

He had looked into Stella’s past. Back when she was known as Stella Herrington, she attended very average schools and lived alone, renting places since leaving the orphanage at ten.

On her first day of school, she had secured several long-term meal tickets. Even penniless, she never went hungry at school.

Stella always managed to keep a few meal tickets in every school, without them ever finding out about each other. It was a skill of hers.

Beck remained silent, unsure if he could have survived in such circumstances. He had grown up in luxury, never worrying about money.

“Stop crying. That’s not what I meant.”