Chapter 47: He''s a Potable Bank Worried?


    Paul frowned and questioned, "Why do you think so?"


    "Then what are you doing here?" Amy asked rhetorically.


    Amy couldn''t be calmer.


    Could it make sense that Paul treated her well just because she was his nominal wife? Having turned


    around, Paul looked down at her and said, "Amy, don’t always rely on me.Two yearster, I won''t


    intervene in your affairs anymore.When you''re no longer nominally my wife, you will see how cruel I am


    to outsiders.I treat you just out of a husband''s responsibility"


    Once a person had a sense of dependence, he is reduced to a child awaiting someone to pick him up


    at the kindergarten.


    Amy shouldn''t be like this in Paul''s eyes.


    Peering into Paul''s eyes, Amy knew that he was warning her.


    Amy chuckled, "I see, darling.At least the woman you love in the future will be very happy.’


    "Such a woman will never exist,’’ Paul rebutted.


    Paul answered firmly and walked forward silently.


    The two of them walked to the parking ce one after another.


    Tim waited there quietly and observed the surroundings simultaneously.


    Paul''s uncles had been restless all along and had begun to suspect him.


    His identity would be exposed sooner orter, but he didn''t like to be in trouble.


    Paul hid it for as long as he could.


    It was pitch-dark outside.


    John was standing where Paul and Amy just were.


    He leaned against the wall and smoked slowly.


    The cigarette end flickered in the darkness and finally went out.


    "Such a woman will never exist?"


    John doubted, thinking Amy would be an exception.


    It would be interesting, John thought.


    With an unreadable smile, he took a taxi to WS Bar.


    It was John''s favorite ce.


    Everyone here knew him.


    Over the years, John had spent much money on beauties.


    Many women would kill for his attention.


    In their eyes, he is a golden bachelor.


    "John, you''re finally here,'''' a strange woman greeted.


    The pretty woman skillfully nestled in his arms, but John was in bad mood tonight, inexplicably bad.


    With a smile, John pushed her away and casually pulled over a woman with a cold face nearby, who


    sneered as if she despised those who threw themselves at him.


    Despite being a woman working here like others, she always reminded herself that she differed from


    those with marked prices.


    John knew what was on her mind.


    It could make sense to John that Amy was pure and lofty with enough capability to be respected, but


    why did this woman dare to be arrogant? Just because of that haughty face? John pulled that


    supercilious over with a sarcastic smile.


    She struggled for a moment.


    Out of the corner of her eyes, she found that many women were staring enviously.


    She instantly gained confidence but still pushed John away.


    "Mr.Howard, I''m different.’’ Her voice was cold, but with a hint of expectation.


    Lifting her chin, John saw her eyes which looked like Amy''s, and slyly smiled.


    "Five million dors for sleeping with me.Deal?" John tempted.


    Looking at John’s face up and down, the woman''s eyes widened with surprise.


    Five million? Just for one night? Everyone knew that Mr.Howard was rich and generous, but they didn''t


    expect such an extent.


    Five million dors! She couldn''t make it even by working in the bar for decades.


    If that was the case, she couldn''t be more willing to have sex with John.


    Seeing her hesitation, John grinned from ear to ear and asked, "Well.If five million don''t, will five


    hundred do?"


    "Five hundred? What am I? A whore?" the woman went instantly ashamed and resentful.


    John let go of her, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, and said, "We can''t be more aware whether


    you are or not.We''re just negotiating for the price."


    In an instant, the woman turned pale as death.


    She could clearly hear theughter around.


    She was like a clown, a total clown.


    Covering her face, the woman fled, crying.


    The people around witnessed John''s sharp tongue again.


    John loved beauties, but not all of them.


    Only his cup of tea could enjoy his gentleness.


    Turning up the corners of his mouth, John casually pulled a woman into his arms and indulged in the


    dancing floor.


    With his participation, the scene went more lively and crazy.


    On the other side, Amy and Paul had arrived at the Shallow Bay.


    At that time, Old Mr.Howard just called Paul.


    Amy could clearly hear what they were talking about, no more than Mrs.Howard.


    So long as Mrs.Howard returned, Amy''s life in the Howard Family would be as if treading on thin ice.


    After Paul hung up the phone, Amy said hesitantly, "Mrs.Howard seems to hate me well."


    Paul didn''t exin, but Tim, standing nearby, said, "Amy, when Nichs was young, he was head over


    heels in love with a woman, who also came from a poor family like you.However, all the Howard Family


    opposed their rtionship and even threatened him with death.Eventually, Nichs married


    Mrs.Howard, from a family of equal social rank.Mrs.Howard has been full of resentment these years, so


    she of course dislikes you." Amy nodded.


    Mrs.Howard might have recalled some memories from Amy, thus particrly resistant to her.


    Noticing that Tim wished to speak but stopped, Amy thought that he may have something important to


    talk about with Paul, so she went upstairs to her room.


    As soon as Amyy down, her phone shed.


    It was a new message from Selma.Seeing the long-lost name, Amy was at a loss for she didn''t get


    along with Selma, and she knew a secret about her.


    After Selma''s parents divorced, Selma''s mom found another man who seemed to be a little rich that


    Selma could at least livefortably with her mom.


    When in college, Amy happened to know Selma’s home address, so she went to the alley for Selma.


    Before that, Amy was the only one in the dorm who had dinner with Selma.


    Selma was always gentle and quiet.


    She didn''t talk much and she ate alone.


    Later, Amy would have meals with her in her free time.


    On the day she went to Selma, Amy also took ss notes to lend her.


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    The door was open and there was no one answering.


    Amy shouted outside and walked in.


    In a narrow room, Selma was having sex with her nominal stepfather who Amy had met before, so she


    was so shocked.


    The notes in Amy''s hand fell to the ground.


    Selma and her stepfather suddenly noticed her in panic.


    The stepfather lifted his pants and left with an awkward greeting, while Selma looked at Amy uneasily.


    "I''m Drunk," Selma said.


    This was Selma''s exnation because she was reeking alcohol at that time.


    Amy believed it.


    But since then, Selma had distanced herself from Amy.


    They kept the secret like Pandora''s box and didn''t talk to each other anymore.


    Amy didn''t expect that Selma would contact her again after such a long time.


    Selma stared at her phone.


    Seeing Amy''s reply, Selma smiled evilly.