April Fools “Surprise” Husband Divorcing Me For His “Pure” Girl novel Chapter 64

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Call Daddy? Over a watch?” Ethan scoffs. “How much could it be worth? Even luxury brands don’t hit thirty million.”

He’s ignoring me completely. Fiona’s cackling.

“You stalling? All this talk ’cause you’re broke?”

“We’re not playing. No thirty million today? Your whole family’s done.”

Half an hour. She’s threatened my family how many times now?

Nobody talks to me like this.

I snatch my phone back.

“Grandpa. It’s me.”

His voice is warm. “Sweetheart! How’d it go? The boy I picked-not bad, right?”

I glance at Fiona and Ethan. My smile cuts.

“Grandpa, skip the review. Something happened.”

That bracelet you gave me? Someone destroyed it.”

Silence. Then-

“WHAT?!”

His roar nearly bursts my eardrum.

The President gave me that bracelet! That’s Song family legacy! That’s a national treasure!”

I stay calm.

“Long story, Grandpa. But it happened.”

“Now they want me to pay them thirty million. Says if I don’t, they’ll kill our family.”

I explain everything. His breathing goes heavy.

Who?”

Fiona rips the phone away.

Yo, you the backup? You got half an hour for the cash. Late one minute, I break her fingers. Your move.”

Grandpa’s probably never heard this in his life. He pauses.

You destroyed my granddaughter’s bracelet. Now you’re extorting thirty million?”

Fiona’s still riding high.

“Cut the crap. You paying or not?”

1 feel Grandpa’s rage through the screen.

“Pay? Thirty million?” He laughs. “Thirty million’s an insult. I’ll give you three hundred million.”

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“Sit tight. I’ll deliver it myself.”

Even Fiona’s thrown. But she doubles down.

“Old fuck, you’re like this bitch-all talk. Three hundred million? Sure.”

“You bring it. I’ll take it. Blackwood Hot Springs. I’ll be waiting.”

She hangs up. Grins at Ethan.

I laugh. Out loud.

“Ethan. You really know how to pick them.”

Fiona’s glowing.

“Tick tock, bitch. Better call the morgue.”

I don’t respond.

Ten minutes later, someone yells.

“Holy shit-look!”

Everyone turns.

Armored cash trucks roll in. Ten. Fifteen. Maybe more.

Heading straight for me.

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