Henry listened quietly, offering no opinion.
As Bianca continued her performance, she began to feel a bit awkward and took a sip of tea to cover her discomfort.
"Did you need something from me today?" Henry didn't want to linger and got straight to the point.
"There is something," Bianca hesitated, but finally spoke up.
She had no choice. The situation was dire, and her pride was a luxury she couldn't afford.
She explained that she needed to borrow money.
This was Bianca's reasoning: high-interest loans were too risky, and she didn't dare take that chance. It was Lillian who reminded her, "Don't you still have that lapdog, Henry? Isn't his family loaded?" Three hundred million would be pocket change for someone like him.
So, Bianca had come to Henry.
Henry was genuinely surprised. "Is Seth out of money?"
"This is a private matter for my family. I don't want to bother him with it," Bianca said tactfully.
Henry's lips curled into a noncommittal smirk. "Sorry, but I can't help you."
At that moment of rejection, the perfect mask on Bianca's face began to crack.
This was the first time Henry had ever refused her.
"I know it's a lot…" Bianca tried to explain herself.
Henry cut her off. "Three hundred million isn't a lot for me. I'm just not willing to lend it to you."
She could even see a look of indifference on his face.
Bianca instantly understood, and her expression turned one of utter humiliation.
Even though their food was about to arrive, she didn't stay. She got up and left.
After she was gone, Henry also rose to leave.
The waiter called after him, "Sir, your flowers."
Henry glanced back at the pristine white lilies of the valley on the table, a chill rising in his eyes.


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