"Heh..." Chloe Reed let out a harsh, cold laugh. "It’s all over our social circle. I’ve been laughed at more times than I can count. You think I still care?"
At her words, Walker Grant’s brow furrowed. "What are they saying?"
The smile on Chloe Reed’s face slowly faded. She tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter. "Your business with your sister-in-law—you think that’s still a secret? Walker Grant, you dragged my reputation through the mud for everyone to stomp on, and now you’re telling me you don’t know?"
Walker Grant’s sharp brows drew even tighter, his expression turning serious. "I really didn’t know. I’ll have someone look into it. They’re all spouting nonsense. You won’t hear anything like it again."
Chloe Reed suddenly felt it was all pointless. ’He can shut their mouths, but their eyes are wide open. They can see what’s right and wrong as clear as day.’
’They can all see how well he treats Sunny Reed.’
’And I, the Second Young Mistress of the Grant family, am nothing but a figurehead.’
Chloe Reed said, "Send the money. Otherwise, I’ll broadcast your little affair to the world. You can shut their mouths, but you can’t shut mine."
Walker Grant was speechless.
A wave of frustration washed over him. Looking at her cold expression, he reluctantly conceded, "Fine."
Chloe Reed felt a little more satisfied. "Let go," she said immediately. "I’m going to get something to eat."
"I’ll go with you."
Walker Grant still didn’t let go, keeping his arm around her as they walked.
Everyone who passed by saw them.
Before long, Chloe Reed understood his intentions.
’Is he trying to prove to everyone that we’re still on good terms? That the business with Sunny Reed is just a rumor?’
’Hah!’
’He really knows how to play his angles!’
Her heart grew even colder, and she said flatly, "It’ll cost extra for me to play along."
Walker Grant frowned again. "What do you mean, ’play along’?"
’We’re husband and wife. We’re supposed to be together. How is this playing along?’
But Chloe Reed was fixated on the money. Her limpid eyes stared at him, clear and cold. Her look made it clear: if he didn’t pay up, she was going to make a scene.



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