Chapter 2 Borrowing Money


    After a long while, Isabe finally got up. She calmly washed the dishes and put them away. After


    getting changed, she went to the garage to get her car and drove to work.


    “Good morning, Mrs. Miller!” The staff all greeted Isabe when they saw her.


    “Morning!” Isabe smiled and nodded as she entered her office. Taking off her jacket, she asked her


    assistant, “Is Mr. Smith here yet?”


    “Yes, he''s in his office.”


    Isabe went to the CEO’s office. After knocking on the door, she walked inside.


    “Mrs. Miller?” When Mr. Smith saw Isabe, he immediately put down the documents in his hands. He


    showed her to the reception area and began to make her a cup of tea. “What brings you here, Mrs.


    Miller?” He asked.


    “I want to ask you for a loan.” Isabe did not beat around the bush. She then said pleadingly, “Mr.


    Smith, I have worked for thispany for three years. I’m sure you know what kind of person I am. I


    really hope that you could lend me two million dors.”


    For a moment, Mr. Smith was stunned. He said awkwardly, "Mr. Miller, I am not the only one in charge


    of thepany. Also, that is a huge amount of money. Even if I agree, the other directors would not."


    “I understand. In that case, can I borrow the money from you personally?” Isabe then added, "Please


    be assured that I will return you the money within six months with 5% interest!”


    “Mrs. Miller, I’m afraid that my hands are tied. My wife handles all of my finances. You know how bossy


    she is. If she ever found out that I lent someone money, she would kick me out of the house.”


    Mr. Smith seemed to have thought of something. He asked Isabe, “Hey, isn''t your husband an


    investor? Two million dors is nothing but pocket change to him. Why didn’t you ask him?”


    “Him? He’s just a small investor.” She felt bitter saying those words.


    After three years of marriage, she knew nothing about Christian''s work besides the fact that he was an


    investor. After all, their contract stated that his money belonged to him only.


    “Mrs. Miller, I really want to help you, but there is nothing I can do.” Mr. Smith poured her a cup of tea.


    “Let me see... How about I give you a raise next month since you have been working really hard


    recently?”


    Isabe knew that there was no point in saying anything else, so she stood up to leave. “I’m sorry to


    have taken up so much of your time. Thank you for your help.”


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    “No worries, I didn''t help much either. You could try getting a bank loan.”


    “Alright, thank you.”


    Isabe felt a little irritated after the conversation. She went to the washroom, and seeing that it was


    empty, she went into a cubicle and lit up a cigarette.


    She was not addicted to cigarettes; she only smoked for fun. Ever since she married Christian and


    learned that he hated the smell of cigarettes, she had never touched one again. Only recently did she


    pick up the habit again.


    Isabe sat on the toilet and smoked with a solemn look.


    Ever since she was young, she had always been proud of the fact that her father was a judge. In


    university, she had even considered majoring inw, but due to ack of interest, she had ended up


    choosing finance instead.


    She had always felt that her family was unrealistically wealthy. Her father had provided an abundant


    dowry when she got married, and her family lived in a three-story vi. She had always felt that her


    father was making too much money, but she didn’t overthink it.


    It wasn''t until a month ago when her father had stoppeding home that She knew her father had


    been arrested from the news about her father massive corruption.


    Her mother had almost cried her eyes out, and her hair had turned white with anxiety.


    At that time, Isabe remained calm. Whileforting her mother, she contactedwyers to try to pay


    back the embezzled money little by little.


    She had sold all their real estate, including her dowry property and car. She even swallowed her pride


    and moved into Christian’s apartment. However, she still needed two million dors. All her rtives


    refused to associate with her family, much less lend her money.


    Over the past half month, she had asked all her close friends for help, but she still failed to borrow a


    single cent.