Chapter 934 You Won''T Get A Penny
Chapter 934 You Won''t Get a Penny
"Martha..." Kamden was about to say something, but Rhys shook his head. He didn''t want to hear
anything about Martha. They were never meant to be, so what was the point of knowing too much?
"My mom is still upstairs. I''m going up now. You should focus on your work and not get any
comints; otherwise, you''ll have no choice but to go back home and inherit the family business."
Rhys stood up and looked at Kamden''s white coat before making a joke.
"Pfft! And here I thought I just helped youe up with an idea!" Kamden scoffed in frustration.
When he had a falling out with his parents, he vowed that he would make a name for himself in the
field of psychology and be a famous doctor; otherwise, he wouldn''t go back home.
Because of this promise, he became one of the busiest doctors at the hospital. If there were any
comints against him now after all this hard work, it would be devastating.
Rhys went upstairs briefly to check on Mrs. Williams before leaving with Jenna.
On their way back to the office building, Rhys remained silent until they entered their workspace.
"In front of my mom next time, let''s pretend we''re together," Rhys said bluntly while looking
annoyed.
"But how long are you going to keep avoiding everything?" Jenna frowned as she could tell that
Rhys was still running away instead of finding solutions.
"What am I supposed do then?" Rhys turned around impatiently. "You want me to help your gambler
father repay his debts by bing my real wife? No way."
After hearing those words from him, Jenna couldn''t respond right away; tears streamed down her
face without realizing it.
Rhys realized that what he said hurt her deeply so he wanted to apologize immediately but Jenna
wiped away her tears first.
She spoke slowly and seriously, "Don''t worry about it; I will pay off my father''s debt myself without
involving anyone else from the Williams family."
She never intended on using them for money, even though she was poor herself.
Rhys looked at her, momentarily stunned. She was really special, but he never paid attention to
what others said, but what they did.
"I''ll be watching," he said before turning and leaving. He was curious about how Jenna would collect
500 thousand dors she needed.
For him, that kind of money was nothing more than a drop in the bucket. But for Jenna, it could take
years to earn!
...
Titus Stout had always been addicted to gambling. Since his daughter married into a wealthy family
and sold for five million dors, he had been happy every day going out to gamble. Soon enough
though, he lost all his money and ended up owing a lot of debt.
Creditors came knocking on his door every day demanding payment or beating him if they couldn''t
get it from him otherwise. Titus couldn''t handle it anymore so he went directly to the Williams Group
looking for Jenna.
"Do you have an appointment?" asked the receptionist politely.
"What appointment? I''m here to see my own daughter! Why do I need an appointment?" Titus
mmed his hand on the desk angrily while puffing out his chest, "If you don''t hurry up and call my
daughter down here right now, then I''ll smash this ce!"
"Sir please calm down," replied the receptionist with disgust written all over her face. "This is our
company lobby where peoplee and go."
What kind of thuges into ourpany?
"So what if peoplee and go? I want them all to see that I am your CEO''s father-inw! What''s
wrong with smashing things?" thought Titus proudly as he remembered that the Williams family was
rich beyond belief.
He figured if he gambled away hundreds or thousands of millions, then surely his son-inw would
help handle them when things got tough.
The receptionist had no choice but to call the CEO''s office.
"I''ll go down there myself right now so let him leave without causing any more trouble!" Jenna hadn''t
expected her father''s visit today so she rushed out as soon as possible hoping that everything
would be alright once she got there.
"Dad! This is Williams Group! Please stop making trouble!"
"What''s wrong with me?" replied Titus nonchntly even scolded her. "Jenna... you married such a
Rich man that you should ask him for more money. Don''t be stupid. You should have control over
your husband."
His voice was loud, and everyone around could hear him clearly, casting curious nces their way.
"Is this family crazy? Mr. Williams is not someone to mess with!"
But how did Mr. Williams end up with a father-inw like this?
"Dad, please, just leave now. I''ll help you pay back 500 thousand and leave me alone," Jenna
couldn''t even look up.
She knew how others would see her now; her father had destroyed any remaining dignity she had
left.
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"It''s 5 million now. Your husband is rich anyway; didn''t give you 5 millionst time? Ask him for
more." Titus was indifferent as he spoke.
"Dad! Are you out of your mind? Even if you gamble, you can''t bet that much!" Jenna was shocked.
The original amount of 500 thousand took her years of scrimping and saving toe up with, but
there was no way she could get five million even if she stole or robbed someone!
Titus red at her. "I''m your father after all. You married Rhys so half of the Williams family belongs
to you too. What''s wrong with spending some money?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Rhys'' voice interrupted. "Who said that?"
He walked over quickly and stood in front of them both looking at Titus with disgust; having such a
father-inw was truly shameful for him.
Rhys spoke slowly but firmly, "The Williams family''s money cannot be given to you - not even five
cents."
Titus'' face turned pale instantly as he looked at his son-inw trying to please him, "Rhys, is it
because Jenna doesn''t listen to you usually? I''ll teach herter on... as a woman who has married
into another family should obey whatever the man says without forgetting their duty as women..."
He kept talking non-stop without noticing Jenna wiping away tears beside him - all he could think
about right now were debts and money. If he couldn''te up with five million soon enough, then
those creditors might actually chop off his fingers - how would he gamble then?