Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 83

Maxwell clammed up, shooting her a look that screamed she was "playing dumb".

Rosemary, "No way!"

Like hell she'd let him stay here!

"10 grand for one night."

"No dice, who knows what you're scheming."

"Where do you get the nerve to think I have designs on you?"

Rosemary couldn't help but think back on some sour memories, and with pouting lips, she said, "No can do."

She was already mulling over taking this to court, thinking about splitting for two years and then getting an automatic divorce decree.

Maxwell, with a stone-cold face, grumbled, "Mom's caught wind of our separation."

"That's still a no-go."

"100 grand."

"Cash up front every night, no checks, wire transfer only."

Rosemary flipped her stance faster than a weathervane in a tornado, gritting her teeth as she agreed. She couldn't help it; the offer was just too good to pass up.

In the few seconds he was speechless, Rosemary had already whipped out her bank card and thrust it at him.

He glanced at it and looked away, "Can't be bothered; just text me the details."

Half in doubt, Rosemary unblocked then sent him her account info, and minutes later, she got a text confirming 100 grand had been deposited.

Maxwell's eyes landed on her finger, which was poised to block him again, and he growled a warning, "If I find out you've blocked me again, you can kiss the rest of the money goodbye."

Rosemary sheepishly retracted her hand and stood up, "Goodnight."

By the time Maxwell caught the hint, the bedroom door had slammed shut and was locked from the inside!

She had thought Maxwell would make a fuss about moving in, but surprisingly, the night passed without incident.

The next day, off he went on a business trip. Rosemary didn't care how long he'd be gone; she was just focused on that daily 100 grand hitting her account.

Soon enough, the word about her helping Nelson with the appraisal spread like wildfire in their circles.

That day, she hit the Night Club, gave the server the room number, and got whisked up to the fifth floor.

Somebody had rung her up the day before, said his dad was there during the appraisal and was super impressed with Rosemary's skills. They wanted her to take a look at something they had.

Rosemary initially refused; appraisals weren't really her gig, but they named a price she couldn't turn down.

The room was crowded, but the lights were normal, nothing shady about the atmosphere or the crowd's behavior.

Scanning the room, she recognized a few faces. The middle-aged man in the center stood up immediately when he saw her, bowing slightly, "Ms. Chambers."

That level of reverence almost unbelievable.

"Darren?"

Darren nodded eagerly, clearing the prime spot for Rosemary, "After hearing from my dad about how Ms. Chambers helped Mr. Gellar with his appraisal, I wanted to ask for your help too. I just didn't want to impose, so I waited until last night to contact you."

Being pals with Nelson meant they were loaded, always looking down from the clouds. His respect for Rosemary was largely because he'd heard she was Mrs. Templeton and was trying to cozy up to the Templeton family.