Semua Bab Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Bab 1811 - Bab 1820

The response came in the form of dollar bills swishing in through the gap underneath the door. Isabel's eyes glowed like someone had switched a light on, and she turned to Flint. Flint immediately got on his knees and began collecting every bill he could get his hands on, swiftly tucking them into his pouch all the while. Sherry watched them with great amusement. Sylvia spectated with intrigue as well. An endless torrent of dollar bills came sliding in underneath the door. Flint had his hands full in no time. Isabel crossed her arms and stood her ground. Soon, they heard John's voice again. "Do you know who I am now?" Flint answered while scrambling on the floor, "I do now, I do now.” "Will you open the door for me now?” John asked. Isabel stood her ground. "Uncle John, I’m nothing like Flint, you won’t win me over with just money.” Flint suddenly declared boldly while still picking up one dollar bill after another, “Yes, that’s right!” John laugh

After they went outside, Isabel and Flint exchanged a curious look. “Why does Liam care so much about fatty Caprice?” Isabel was perplexed. Flint stroked his chin, deep in thought. He speculated. "Maybe because Caprice looks cuter than us." Isabel pouted. In school, she was the one who bossed all of her classmates. Every single one would address her respectfully as 'big sister'. With this image in mind, she told herself that she could not possibly be bothered by the fact that Caprice was cuter than her. However, Caprice was not only cute, but she was also known to be well-behaved. Meanwhile, Isabel and Flint always got into trouble. She suspected this was why Liam cared about Caprice. It was because she was more pleasant to be around. Isabel grumbled and decided that she could not care less. She tucked her hands in her pockets and walked outside. Flint followed behind her like a shadow. Sylvia was the last to step outside. After making sure that all the child

Positioned in front were Caprice, Isabel, Flint, and Queenie. The four of them had no trouble smiling at all as they flashed their rows of white teeth with pride. Click! The photographer captured the beautiful scene, a memory to be cherished forever. … Time flew. Sixteen years later. Westchester. At a nightclub in a college town. Caprice held a bottle of beer and took occasional sips from it. She wore a neat red dress that accentuated her waistline, her natural locks of curly hair were very eye-catching. Even though she was seated in a remote corner, it did not dissuade flocks of men from coming up to her to strike up a conversation. She did not entertain any of them. Some of the men had a foul temper but knew better than to voice their frustrations since Caprice was with her friends. They retreated, hanging their heads low in defeat. Three of Caprice’s housemates came drinking with her. They were the ones who did her makeup for her. Today was

Heather and Liam were a package by this point as they were always seen together. Although Liam had never said anything about her being his girlfriend, the consensus was that they were dating. Caprice was convinced it was true as well. The reason she felt this way was because the boy she had loved since she was a child never reciprocated her feelings. He only treated her like his dear sister. Even if she had thrown herself at him unabashedly, it would only end with him gently shoving her away. Without context, Caprice felt like she was the mistress in this situation. She hung her head low, feeling rather ashamed. She had to admit she was not fond of Heather, the one who stole Liam away from her. She tried to ignore her entirely, pretending as if she did not even exist. Heather stood next to Liam and seemed to be sizing up Caprice. An imperceptible look of jealousy flashed across her eyes. After a while, she smiled and addressed Caprice, “Little Caprice, why are you

"What time does your dorm close?" Liam asked. Caprice answered frankly, "Ten-thirty." Liam angled his wrist to look at the time, then he suddenly announced, "I'll send you back to the dorm." “I…that’s okay.” Liam turned to her. "Why not?" Caprice lowered her head, afraid of meeting his sharp gaze head-on. “It’s Piper’s birthday today, we agreed to only go home after twelve.” Liam peered at her, it seemed like he was barely listening at all. He seemed completely indifferent about Piper’s birthday. There was also a certain intensity inside his eyes. Caprice suddenly felt naked and vulnerable as if she was a test subject with a telescopic lens held up against her. "Okay, I...I'll ask them if they will go back to the dorm with me." Liam seemed glad to hear this. “Alright.” Caprice approached her friends. When she told them about Liam’s intention to send them back to the dormitory, they all agreed unanimously. “Alright!” They even seemed excited. Capri