Getting a billionaire after breaking up with billlioanire
My boyfriend is the prince of New York, yet he pretended to be a poor university student with amnesia and freeloaded off me. Even after my best friend Lucy Lane tried to persuade me for the hundredth time to dump this pretty boy, I still refused. Breaking up with him was absolutely out of the question. Until one night, I overheard a conversation between Secretary.
“Since the fish have already taken the bait, it’s time for me to go back and reel them in.”
“Then, Miss Nancy Faye, what do you plan to do with her?”
When I heard this, I almost burst out laughing. I’m finally going to get rich.
01
Lately, Hanson Gabe has been sneaking out behind my back. Before he leaves, he always prepares a table full of delicious food and sweet–talks me. Once I’m asleep, he quietly sneaks out. Little does he know, I’m not actually asleep because I’m waiting for him to betray me.
Tonight, after he tossed me around for a while, he got dressed and left. This is the tenth time this month. My patience, though vast, was wearing thin. After he left, I threw on some clothes and followed him out the door.
hid in the stairwell, pressing my ear against the door. I heard Hanson’s voice from the other side of the door.
“It seems those old folks at the company are getting anxious. I should head back and close the deal.”
Another man respectfully asked, “Then, Young Master, how should we deal with Miss Nancy Faye?”
Hearing this made me nervous. Hanson has been freeloading off me for so long, spending my money and sleeping with me; he better not plan on just leaving.
Hanson replied in a low voice, “She’s obsessed with money. Just give her a check to get rid of her.”
The other man seemed surprised by Hanson’s response and quickly said, “But Miss Nancy Faye has taken care of you for so long. Isn’t just giving her a check a bit heartless?”
Hanson seemed annoyed, “What else should I do? Marry her? With her? A third–rate student from a third–rate university working at a third–rate company? And she thinks she’s worthy of entering the Gabe family?”
The man then asked, “How much should I write on the check?”
Hanson’s response was chillingly indifferent. “Whatever amount she wants.”
Hearing Hanson’s chilling words, a surge of triumph and vengeance bubbled up inside me.
“Whatever amount she wants.”
This is the most beautiful love confession I’ve ever heard in two lifetimes.
