Chapter 19
‘God, has he even listened to himself? The second I get back, he’s ordering me around like I’m his assistant–and his demands are completely unreasonable,‘ Stanley thought. He clenched his fist, itching to throw a punch at Jeffrey.
“Look, I can’t guarantee she’ll settle for exactly 200 thousand dollars,” Stanley said bluntly. “Amelia’s surgery is going to run at least 150 thousand. If you only offer 200 thousand, don’t you think she’ll suspect this is all your doing?”
“She won’t,” Jeffrey replied flatly.
Stanley was confused.
Jeffrey lifted his eyelids slightly. “I’m only giving two hundred grand–not a penny more.”
“Seriously, what is going on in your head?” Stanley shook his head. “First, you were obsessed with her. Now you’re making her life hell. I’m starting to think you’ve got some kind of split personality.”
“She brought up divorce,” Jeffrey said coolly. “I’m just giving her a taste of what life is like without my support. Seems fair.”
“Divorce?” Stanley almost choked.
Even though he’d been overseas the past few years, he’d seen how inseparable Jeffrey and Rebecca were. Sometimes when he called Jeffrey, Jeffrey would go on and on about his love story–it almost made Stanley want to find a relationship of his own.
But now, the couple who were once sweeter than sugar were talking about divorce. Stanley was so stunned that he wondered if he’d misheard.
“Yeah,” Jeffrey answered flatly.
Stanley, never one to miss the gossip, leaned in. “Why?”
“She can’t accept Andrea,” Jeffrey said flatly, downing the rest of his drink.
“Who the hell is Andrea?‘ Stanley thought, lost. “Is Andrea… a woman?” he asked carefully.
Jeffrey shot him a look like he was an idiot. Still, he started explaining.
After a while, Stanley got the whole story. He stared at Jeffrey–cool, composed, and sprawled elegantly in the velvet booth–and blurted out, “Isn’t it totally normal that Rebecca doesn’t accept this?”
Jeffrey shot him a sharp glare.
“Could you handle it if she asked you to welcome some other man into her life?” Stanley fired back, grateful he still had some common sense left.
“I’m not replacing her as Mrs. Hanson,” Jeffrey stated firmly, setting his glass down. “Andrea won’t change anything. Rebecca will still be my wife–well
taken care of and respected.”
“Maybe financially, nothing changes,” Stanley countered. “But what about emotionally? When she and Andrea need you at the same time–who are you gonna choose?”
“Whoever needs me more,” Jeffrey replied.
“You deserve this,” Stanley sneered, not holding anything back. “If she doesn’t divorce you, it’ll be a miracle. Calling you a jerk is being polite.”
Jeffrey’s eyes locked on Stanley. He didn’t say a single word, but Stanley already felt a chill down his spine.
“Scratch that–you’re not a jerk. You’re considerate, the most selfless man in her life,” Stanley backtracked quickly. “I’ll take care of it right now, Your Highness!”
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Chapter 19
With that, he bolted, not sticking around for a second.
Alone in the booth, Jeffrey sat with his white shirt slightly unbuttoned. The dim light glowed against his golden skin, sharpening his handsome, detached
expression.
He stared at the lock screen on his phone—a photo of Rebecca, smiling brightly. His thumb brushed slowly over her face as his eyes turned cold.
Why can’t you just behave? Why do you always have to choose the hardest way?‘ he thought,
Stanley moved fast. He got his men set up to meet Rebecca about the ring in record time. At first, she didn’t suspect a thing–those guys acted just like Stephen’s men, and even their attitude toward her was identical.
“200 thousand dollars,” Stanley’s man threw out the offer again.
Rebecca pushed back gently, “300 thousand.”
“You do realize this ring means nothing to our boss,” the man said, his voice cold and detached. “The only reason he’s buying it is to mess with Jeffrey.”
“Well, if causing trouble is the goal, wouldn’t 300 thousand cause even more?” Rebecca countered smoothly.
The man stood up, looking ready to walk away. “Seems like you’re not interested in making a deal.”
“Fine, 200 thousand,” Rebecca agreed quickly, her fingers tightening around the ring box. “But transfer the money now.”
The man nodded. As soon as the payment went through, Rebecca handed over the ring.
That was when it hit her–these guys were definitely not sent by Stephen. His people wouldn’t just buy a ring and leave. They would’ve tried to recruit her, to scheme together against Jeffrey. Stephen never missed a chance to undermine Jeffrey.
But whether it was Stephen’s men or not didn’t matter to Rebecca anymore. All she cared about was getting the money for Amelia’s surgery.
“Ms. Jensen, looking forward to future cooperation.” The man carefully stored the ring and then extended his hand.
Rebecca shook his hand briefly.
Just then, from the other side of the video call, Stanley noticed Jeffrey’s expression turn to ice.
“I told your man to buy the ring,” Jeffrey’s voice cut in coldly. “Not to make up extra stuff on his own.”
“That was just basic professionalism after closing the deal,” Stanley said, regretting making this video call. “Don’t tell me you’re getting jealous over a
handshake.”
“She’s still my wife,” Jeffrey stated flatly. In other words, that guy had better keep his distance from Rebecca.
Stanley almost wanted to walk away. He sighed in defeat and tried to smooth things over. “Alright, alright, I’ll have a word with him later. Want me to bring you the ring now, or do you want it tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” Jeffrey said coldly, then ended the call.
Shaking his head, Stanley slipped his phone back into his pocket. After making sure Rebecca had left, he stepped out from the shadows, took the ring from his man, and gave strict orders to keep everything under wraps before heading out.
Meanwhile, Rebecca double–checked her bank balance. Once she confirmed the payment had gone through, she headed straight to Samuel’s school. She got there just as class was letting out, and the Hanson family driver was already waiting outside.
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