“Max, get back here—now!”
“Mom, what’s the rush? I’m about to win this hand!”
“Money! Six hundred thousand! Hurry!”
“What? I’m on my way!”
Then they called their daughter.
“Lauren, take the day off and come home immediately!”
“Dad, I just took leave yesterday. I can’t do it again today.”
“Then quit that damn job! Do you even realize what’s happened? Ray just spent 1.2 million buying a villa in our neighborhood. Tell me, how could he possibly make 1.2 million in less than a day since your divorce? It’s obvious he was hiding money during the marriage. That’s marital property, and half of it belongs to us!”
There was a pause. Then Lauren said sharply, “Don’t say another word. I’m coming home right now.”
Half an hour later, the siblings burst into the apartment almost at the same time.
“Mom, you said we’ve got a lot of money—where is it?” Max’s eyes gleamed, his face lit with pure excitement.
So the family really was loaded. Maybe he was some kind of hidden rich heir after all.
Daisy gave a cold laugh. “The money’s with Ray. All 1.2 million of it.”
“What?!” Max jumped up. “How the hell does that bastard have that much?”
“Everyone calm down,” Josh said, pressing his hand down. “Sit. We need to think this through.”
“Think what through? Let’s go get the money right now!” Max snapped.
His girlfriend, Megan Clark, had been nagging him for weeks about buying a designer bag before she’d try any new “moves” in bed.
But wait—why settle for her? If he had 1.2 million, he could find someone younger, prettier, and with a better body.
“Sit down!” Josh barked. Max slumped into his chair, scowling.
Josh turned to his daughter. “Lauren,” he said, “that bastard said some things in public. About you. Are they true?”
He told her everything—how Ray had bought the villa, how he’d spent 1.2 million without bargaining, and how, in front of the whole neighborhood, he’d accused her of deceiving him.
“Tell me the truth,” Josh demanded, staring hard at her. “Was he lying?”
Lauren nearly choked with rage.
How could they have made such a scene in public? Because of their stupidity, her private shame was now the community’s latest gossip. Everyone would be whispering behind her back for weeks. How was she supposed to show her face outside again?
Idiots. If they’d just called her first, she could’ve handled it quietly. Now the whole thing was exposed.
But anger wouldn’t fix anything.
She hesitated, then nodded stiffly. “It’s true. Michael isn’t his.”
She didn’t dare deny it. If Ray really had those videos, she’d be finished.
“You—how could you be so careless?” Josh shouted. “Letting that bastard find out—and even get proof!”
He wasn’t angry about the affair itself, just that she’d gotten caught.
Truly, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
Daisy looked equally unbothered. She’d never liked Ray anyway. As long as their dirty laundry stayed in-house, it was fine—but now that it was public, she hated the humiliation of it.


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