Stanley had seen everything from the balcony carlier. He watched as Nathan gave Wendy the limited–edition Chanel bag, only for her to refuse it.
Wendy turned to face him. “Did you tell Nathan that I liked bags?”
Stanley raised an eyebrow, his sharp features still carrying that confident air. “Don’t you? I remember you liking them.”
Wendy smirked, her red lips curling into a playful line. “I don’t like bags. I like more expensive things, like diamond necklaces. Next time, have Nathan get me one of those.”
Stanley’s expression darkened for a moment, the mood turning tense. The conversation quickly came to an end.
He cleared his throat and shifted the topic. “What kind of photo did George send you today?”
Wendy had initially planned to tell him about the photo and George, but she changed her mind. She responded calmly, “Just a childhood picture he took of me.”
“Did George-”
Stanley seemed like he was about to ask more, but Wendy cut him off. “Mr. Hawk, are you free? If you have time, maybe you should focus on learning how to have children.”
The mention of her past words about him being “too tired to perform” made Stanley’s mood shift. His gaze became cold and distant.
“How I have children is none of your concern. Don’t worry about it.”
Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving Wendy alone.
She stared after him, her mind spinning. His having children had nothing to do with her–it only had to do with Jessica.
Her face grew pale, and after a moment of collecting herself, she left the room and headed out to find George.
Wendy arrived at the nightclub, the place where George had been spending his days and nights indulging in excess.
In the luxurious VIP room, George was lounging on the couch, surrounded by two beautiful women. They recognized Wendy immediately. “Well, look who’s here again. You’re not here to cause trouble again, are you?”
George looked at Wendy’s fair, delicate face and chuckled, his mood lifting. “Don’t worry! This time she’s here to give me money to spend.”
Wendy wasn’t surprised by George’s calm reaction–she knew he’d expect her.
With a cold expression, she gave the two women a sharp glance. “Leave. Now.”
The women, reluctant to go, clung to George’s side. “We want to stay with George.”
Bút George, suddenly uninterested, waved them off. “Go, go. I’ve got company now.”
The women left with noticeable displeasure. After all, George was a big spender.
George turned to Wendy with a grin. “So, where’s my money?”
Wendy pulled out a check and handed it to him.
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George took one look at the endless zeros on the check, and his eyes lit up with greed. He’d never seen so much money in his life.
He was rich now. He was a millionaire!
“Wendy, you’re something else. Who would’ve thought that after marrying Stanley, you could get 100 million so easily?”
“Enough talk. We agreed on a transaction–money for the photo. Where’s the negative?” Wendy demanded.
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