Chapter 17 Make a Good Price
Right now, Una just wanted to grab Tilda’s hand and run far away, crying all the way if she had to.
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Protecting her best friend was all that mattered. She couldn’t stand seeing Tilda get hurt by her own family again.
“Howard, please stop. Tilda’s already in such a bad place … If she’s here, she’s probably working part–time at the Porsche dealership.
“Tilda, if life feels unbearable, you should just apologize and make up with Mom and Dad.
“You’re the real Jenson daughter. Once you apologize, they’ll definitely accept you. Then I’ll leave the Jensons forever and never come between your family again!”
Of course, Kyla wouldn’t waste this chance. She kept acting, pretending like she was ready to take all the hardship herself.
Every now and then, she’d let a few tears fall, sniffling and looking like the poor victim, which made Howard’s heart ache for her.
“Don’t talk like that. Kyla, you’re the only true Jenson heiress! I’ll never accept anyone else!
“Tilda, since you want to cut ties, then get lost. And if you ever regret it and want back in, I’ll be the first to slam the door!”
Howard instantly pulled Kyla close, comforting her gently.
Then he shot Tilda a sharp glare.
“Tilda, you still have Jenson blood–don’t you have any self–respect?
“Everyone knows you’re the real Jenson daughter now. If people see you working at a dealership, it’s the Jensons who’ll look bad!”
Kyla covered his mouth, her eyes red as she shook her head. “Howard, stop. Tilda’s already miserable enough…”
Tilda felt sick. These are the people I once tore my heart out for? They are scum.
This is a nightmare I’ll never forget.
I can’t believe how stupid I was.
“Where are my keys and the car?”
“Uh… Ms. Tilda, they’re right here.”
The dealership staff, who had been keeping their distance, quickly stepped forward to hand her the keys.
“Ms. Tilda, your Porsche Cayenne is parked outside. Please follow me.”
They just wanted this curse to leave already.
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Chapter 17 Make a Good Price
From the yelling, it was clear this was the Jensons‘ family drama.
No one dared step in, no matter how brave.
Besides, they’d overheard something huge.
Wasn’t Tilda just on the trending searches yesterday as the real Jenson heiress?
From what Howard knew, Tilda was just a sophomore at Orica University.
A Porsche Cayenne costs about 150 thousand dollars.
How could a normal student come up with that kind of money?
Unless she’s selling herself.
He didn’t say it out loud.
Tilda would never stoop that low.
And if she had, the Jensons would’ve known by now.
We would’ve thrown her out and refused to claim her.
“Tilda, is that rumor from college true, that you hung out with shady people at bars late at night? Why would you do that?”
Howard didn’t ask this–Kyla did.
Her tone was full of fake concern, like she was scared Tilda had gone down the wrong path.
Her voice came out rough and accusing.
Gosh!
The dealership staff wanted to run away right then.
What kind of drama is this?
The real Jenson daughter, finally found after all these years, and now they’re hinting she sold her body for money?
But with her looks, she can fetch a high price.

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