The Rejected Principessa Returns novel Chapter 124

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The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief.

“I knew it. How could Ethan possibly be short on money? He just didn’t want to be played like that.”

“Exactly. It’s easy to talk about tens of millions, but putting up the cash is another story.”

“Right, verification! Let’s see it!”

“She dares ask for a verification? Who else but Ethan would spend tens of millions on a necklace worth

three at most?”

All eyes turned toward the auctioneer, pressing him to speak.

“Come on, demand a verification from the other party! Let’s see if she dares to go through with it!”

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, the auctioneer looked visibly uncomfortable.

“Actually… during the last round, the guest in the second-floor suite already requested a fund verification.”

The room erupted.

“She had the guts to initiate it herself?”

“Did I hear that right? She actually questioned whether Ethan had the money?”

“She’s really out here trying to flip the whole damn table-does she even realize she’s way out of her league?

Ethan flung out a black card, his voice sharp as ice. “Verify it.”

“She’d better pray she can walk out of here in one piece today.”

Five minutes later, the client manager returned, handing the card to me with both hands, then quietly shut the

door.

Downstairs, the person in charge was sweating profusely as he tried swiping the card again and again. His voice trembled. “Mr. Grant… it looks like your card has been frozen…”

I watched Ethan’s face shift-from startled, to stunned, to absolutely livid.

He started dialing one number after another, but everyone at the company had alrea instructions. They danced around him with polite evasions, blocking him at every turn.

ived my

Their tone stayed respectful, but when it came to money? Not a single cent.

Under the hesitant gaze of the manager, Ethan’s face turned darker by the second.

People outside, seeing no movement from Suite Eight, began whispering curiously.

“What’s going on? The other party already passed verification. Why is Ethan’s side still stuck?”.

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“No way… he’s not actually broke, is he?”

Someone muttered again, but this time, fewer dared to laugh.

I looked toward the box. Ethan took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, then picked up his phone again.

A moment later, my phone rang with a familiar ringtone.

It was Ethan.

“Babe,” he said, still putting on that affectionate, tender tone.

“There’s a business deal here in France that needs some urgent funding. Can you transfer sixty million to

me?”

His manner was smooth, his face calm. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time he’d used my money to fund his

little side projects.

When I didn’t respond right away, a flicker of impatience flashed in his eyes, though his tone softened.

“I just want to ease some of your burden. I didn’t expect things to be so complicated over here.”

I ignored the bait and instead asked, “You made it to the hotel? Send me a photo.”

He paused for a moment, then took a few minutes to send one over.

I looked at the obviously stolen stock photo and laughed out loud.

Even his lies were this lazy.

Watching him perform, I said blandly, “Don’t worry. I’ll book a flight right now and come handle it in person.”

At that, Ethan’s face stiffened. He hurriedly said, “No need. I can manage it. Just wire the money to my

account.”

Realizing his tone had turned too commanding, he immediately softened again. “You’ve finally got a break. I don’t want you tiring yourself out all over again.”

He was still whispering sweet nothings on the phone when suddenly, a girlish little “Oh!” squeaked out from

a woman on the other end.

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