The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 446

The deposit was in my bank account.

There were so many zeros behind the one that I had to squint. I counted them multiple times before freezing in shock.

Nine zeros.

An astronomical sum had just dropped into my bank account, hitting me like a ton of bricks.

It wiped away every ounce of my post-surgery exhaustion, washing over me like a blast of freezing wind that left me hyper-aware.

"Whoa, Selena, look at all those zeros! Did you hit the lottery?" Amber, already changed, noticed me staring at my screen and gasped. "Let me touch you for good luck! I'm buying a ticket on my way home."

I placed a hand over hers, quickly turning off my screen, and offered a casual smile. "I don't even play the lottery. How could I win? It's obviously a scam text. How did you fall for that?"

"Seriously? Scammers are still using that outdated trick? That's so ten years ago. They need to step up their game. Who falls for that anymore?" Amber scoffed.

I just smiled, walking out of the locker room with her.

Amber hadn't seen the details of the message. She only saw the massive string of numbers. But I had seen exactly who the sender was.

There were no miracles, and this wasn't a scam.

The sender was Ferris Sterling.

I had seen Amber's boyfriend from a distance before. I knew he was patient, gentle, and wealthy. Seeing him up close, I realized he was also tall and incredibly handsome.

"Selena, this is my boyfriend, Marcus Montgomery." The moment she saw him, Amber looked like she had fallen into a vat of honey. Her bright eyes curved into crescents, radiating an infectious, undeniable happiness.

Marcus looked refined and polite. Instead of offering a handshake, he gave a slight bow. "Hello, Dr. Hayes. Amber tells me you've been taking great care of her. Why don't you join us for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, Selena! We booked a table at that French place by the river. Come with us!" Amber beamed, clinging to my arm.

Amber had done her makeup perfectly today, wearing a brand-new outfit, and Marcus was in a sharp suit. They had reservations at a high-end French restaurant. This was clearly an important date. I wasn't about to crash it as a third wheel.

"I'd love to, but I'm exhausted. Plus, my ride is almost here. Let's do it next time," I gently pinched her cheek, declining the offer.