The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 322

Penelope Lopez sneered internally.

*Of course I know that,* she thought. *Otherwise, I wouldn’t even bother talking to you.*

“So what if it’s expensive? You’re the CEO of the Lopez Group, aren’t you? Are you telling me you

can’t scrape that much together?”

Oliver Lopez was caught off guard.

“Well, it’s not that I can’t…”

“It’s just…”

“I don’t have that much cash on hand right now.”

“You know how it is. The company just turned a corner. If I take out too much money right now, people are going to start talking.”

Penelope wouldn’t back down. “But Lydia is in this state! She’s our only daughter. Are you just going to let her waste away?”

“Her face is ruined. She’ll probably never get married. I just want her to have a decent life. Is that

too much to ask?”

Seeing his wife start to cry, Oliver felt a pang of guilt. “Alright, alright. I’ll figure something out, okay?

Don’t talk like that, as if I’m going to abandon Lydia. She’s my daughter too. How could I not care for

her?”

Penelope laughed coldly in her mind.

*He’s about to have an illegitimate son. Does he really give a damn about Lydia?*

At the thought, a wave of hatred churned inside her.

The idea that Oliver would not only get the money but also the precious son he’d always wanted filled her with unbearable rage.

He was nickel–and–diming her over this, yet he was willing to ask Autumn for three billion dollars for

that mistress of his.

In that moment, the last shred of affection she had for him vanished completely.

*I have to find a way to make one last, big score,* she thought.

*My daughter is gone, anyway. I just need to look out for myself now.*

“Then you need to show some real commitment.”

“By the way, are there any good investment projects at the company lately?”

“You want to invest in a project? What do you know about any of this?”

“That’s why I’m asking, isn’t it? The other day, I was having coffee with Mrs. Morrison, and I heard

some inside scoop. They were all talking about it like it was a sure thing, but it was all Greek to me. I couldn’t tell if it was real or not, so I figured I’d run it by you and get your expert opinion.”

“I was so busy before that I completely forgot about it.”

“What inside scoop?”

“They said they invested in a project with their husbands, and their money doubled in just three

months.”

Oliver scoffed. “That’s just a line to fool housewives like you. If there was a project that profitable,

you think they’d let you in on it?”

“Besides, what kind of business makes that much money these days?”

“Don’t believe that nonsense.”

Seeing that this approach wasn’t working on him, Penelope didn’t press the issue.

This kind of thing required a long–term strategy. If she seemed too eager, he would get suspicious.

“Well, what about the house…?”

Oliver’s brow furrowed, his patience clearly wearing thin.

“I’ll think about it.”

A flash of murderous intent crossed Penelope’s eyes, but she quickly masked it with a smile.

“Okay,” she said cheerfully. “It’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.”

Her obedience pleased Oliver greatly.

He even started to think that if she could always be this docile, maybe he wouldn’t have to divorce

her after all.

As for that young girl, he couldn’t quite figure her out, but she was obviously just after his money.

Once he got the money, he certainly wouldn’t just hand it over. He’d make sure she gave him a son

first.

In the end, he would be the winner.

That little girl and her relatives–how could they possibly outsmart an old fox like him?

A smug smile touched Oliver’s lips. He pulled Penelope into an embrace and gave her a kiss. “Time for sleep.”

Penelope was so disgusted she let out a tiny, silent retch.

Luckily, Oliver fell asleep quickly and didn’t hear it. She waited for a while, and once she was sure he

was sound asleep, she tiptoed out of the room and went to his study.

She knew the combination to the family safe. She quietly opened it and stared at the gold bars and

bankbooks inside, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to transfer these assets without a trace.

After a whole night of thinking, she still hadn’t come up with a good plan. Just as she was about to

give up in frustration, an advertisement gave her an idea.

Just because she couldn’t handle it didn’t mean someone else couldn’t. Weren’t there agencies that specialized in helping people move assets overseas?

The next day, Penelope immediately contacted an agency and explained her situation.

[Ma’am, the amount you mentioned is significant. If you want these assets to be completely

laundered and untraceable back to you, it will take at least half a month.]

Penelope hesitated. [Half a month is too long. What if someone finds out?]

[There’s nothing we can do about that, ma’am. While we can provide the service, we have to wait for the right opportunities. It’s not something that can be done instantly.]

[Perhaps you could inquire elsewhere?]

Their cold attitude annoyed her, but finding another agency would be a waste of time. Besides, what if the next one quoted an even longer timeframe?

She figured half a month wasn’t actually that long. Steeling herself, she finally agreed.

[Fine, half a month it is!]

[Very good, ma’am. We’ll require a partial deposit to begin. Are you able to make the payment now?]

Penelope didn’t have much money left. She had already used most of her personal savings to send

Lydia away.

After paying this deposit, she would be completely broke.

But the thought of the massive fortune she would have in half a month quickly turned her disappointment into excitement.

[By the way, aside from these assets, I have another sum. Can you help me transfer that overseas as well?]

[Of course, ma’am. Approximately how much is this other sum?]

Penelope took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she typed: [Three billion dollars.]

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