Chapter 70


    Stevie’s trip to Bluepond wasn’t a secret. The ne he was on set off at three o’clock in the


    afternoon and would arrive at Bluepond at about six o’clock. As soon as Becky arrived at the airport,


    Stevie’s flightnded.


    Elvin had nned to send someone to pick up Stevie from the airport, but thetter had asked his


    secretary to refuse.


    Stevie hade to Bluepond not only to inspect the situation of Fairway Group, but also to see how


    Becky was doing after divorcing Rory.


    The days in February didn’tst very long. It was only six o’clock in the evening when the sun


    dipped in the horizon.


    Although Becky saw Stevie from a distance, she didn’t call him for fear of being photographed by


    the paparazzi. She waited patiently until he and his secretary came to her. “Dad,” she greeted softly.


    Stevie looked her up and down and then nodded in satisfaction. “You look good.”


    Becky smiled. “Jessie has made us a reservation at a restaurant. Let’s go there now.”


    Jessie and Becky had practically grown up together. The two went to the same kindergarten,


    primary school, high school, and even university. When Becky announced that she was going to


    marry Rory, Stevie said he would cut ties with her. During Becky’s three-year marriage, he only


    managed to keep up with her situation from Jessie.


    The two families were familiar with each other, and Stevie treated Jessie as his daughter. “How is


    Jessie? Is her studio still open?”


    “Not anymore. She closed it down a while back, but she ns to reopen it in a few months.”


    Jessie had alsoe from a wealthy family. She had a brother and several cousins who ran the


    family business. There was no need for her to do anything to support her family, so she had grown


    up to be a rather happy and carefree woman.


    Hearing this, Stevie smiled. “See, Becky? You could learn a thing or two from her.”


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    “But I like making money.” Becky rolled her eyes with a snort.


    And she wasn’t lying. There was something about making money that made Becky feel fulfilled.


    Ever since she was born, Stevie was worried that she’d be kidnapped or harmed. So the family of


    three lived a modest life in an ordinary house, and in the eyes of her ssmates, her family was just


    an ordinary one.


    Her parents had given her a generous allowance when she was a child, which was somewhat


    strange for Becky because an ordinary kid shouldn’t have had so much pocket money.


    When she was in the third grade, Becky spent the winter and summer vacations selling roses to


    make her own money.


    She was a natural saleswoman. She was as beautiful as she was talkative, assets which helped her


    sell out within an hour.


    When Becky was in junior high, she asked her uncle to send her a lot of beautiful clothes from


    Haigeny, the city he was staying in. After school on Fridays, she’d set up a small stall on the street


    near the school to sell clothes.


    Jessie helped her out, and the two girls earned tens of thousands of dors that same year.


    Later, in high school, the Ramos family slightly revealed its wealth. High school was time-


    consuming, and Becky had to coach Jessie and Vernon every day, so she couldn’t bnce school


    with her small business.


    She majored in financial management in college. If it weren’t for marrying Rory, she would have


    started a business by now or gone home to help Stevie.


    The roads were clear today. It didn’t take long before Becky made it to the restaurant Jessie had


    made a reservation at.


    Jessie was already there. As soon as they entered the box, Jessie greeted in a sweet voice, “Uncle


    Stevie, you look great!”


    “It’s only been two months, but you look radiant!”


    Stevie shot back with apliment as he took his seat.


    Becky chuckled and sat down next to Jessie. As soon as she took her seat, Jessie tapped her on


    the shoulder urgently.


    Becky titled her head to nce at her questioningly, and Jessie whispered in a low voice, “Bad luck.


    I saw Babette and Denise on the way here.”


    Becky rolled her eyes. “Does she own this restaurant?”


    “No…”


    “Then what are you afraid of?” Becky smiled.


    Jessie agreed. Denise couldn’t ask the security to drive them out, could she?


    Everyone was here to dine and be merry.


    They were on equal terms.