The voice came from behind me. I looked back and saw Rowane looking out of place in such a messy and mud-filled environment.
I moved a steel frame under my feet to one side, dusted the dirt off my hands, and said, "Aren't you afraid of falling down? Your high heels look quite expensive!"
She sneered. "A few thousand dollars isn't expensive, but you..."
As she spoke, she looked at me from head to toe mockingly and said, "It seems that Hendrix really treated you indifferently. You're the most shoddy wife of a president that I've ever seen. Your phone, everything on your body, the cost of it is a mere five thousand dollars or less, am I right?"
I smiled uncaringly, "Well, it's okay. It's just worldly possessions."
She sneered. "You don't have to pretend indifference. Let me give you a suggestion. If you divorce Hendrix sooner, I can give you some money. You can't beat me anyway. It's a pity that you keep delaying it like this."
"Some money?" I smiled with curiosity and asked, "How much will you be willing to give?"
Sensing victory, she retorted in disdain. "How much do you want?"
"The key is that I don't know how much you can give!" This was the truth. Her current income was supposedly 7-digits annually, so she should be able to give a generous amount.
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