Her Castoff Blind Date, My Road to Riches のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

When I opened the car door, a sharp, stale stench of cheap tobacco hit me in the face.The passenger seat was coated in dust. It was as though the car had just been dragged out of a junkyard.Henry Quinton gave me a sideways look. Holding a cigarette, he made no move to roll down the window.I didn't frown. Instead, I took out a pack of wet wipes from my bag and carefully cleaned the seat. Only after that did I sit down obediently, placing my bag neatly on my lap like a grade schooler riding in a car for the first time.Henry let out a cold laugh and flicked his finger.A speck of burning ash dropped straight onto the hem of my white dress, scorching a tiny black mark into the fabric.He waited for me to scream, or at least show some disgust.But I only paused for a second. Then I quickly pulled out a tissue, not to wipe my dress, but to brush off his pant leg instead."Mr. Quinton, be careful," I said softly. "Don't burn yourself."His hand froze midair, and a flicker of surp

Henry looked at me with a deep, unreadable gaze and asked, "Was it worth offending your relatives for an ex-con?"I sniffed lightly, then grabbed his hand and pressed it against my cheek. "As long as it's you, it's worth it."Just as we finished dinner and stepped out of the small eatery, a red Ferrari roared up and screeched to a halt by the roadside.The window rolled down, revealing Myra's smug face. In the driver's seat sat a blond-haired rich man. That man was Jasper Ceylon."Hey, so you're really begging here?" Myra remarked as she looped her arm through Jasper's, watching us as though she were watching a show.Jasper looked Henry up and down and let out a contemptuous sneer. Then he pulled out a thick stack of cash, probably around a thousand dollars, and casually flicked it forward. The bills scattered through the air and struck Henry's face like falling petals."Hey, old man, my tire's dirty," Jasper drawled. "Clean it properly, and this is yours."The bills landed on

On the night of Henry's birthday, torrential rain poured down.I stood at the entrance of his shabby house, holding a cake box in one hand and a suit bag in the other. I didn't have an umbrella as I had deliberately not brought one.Rainwater streamed down my hair, soaking into my skin until my whole body trembled from the cold.I stood there from 7:00 pm until 12:00 am. My legs went numb, and my lips turned a deep shade of purple. Still, I did not move a single step.Myra posted a photo of herself partying at a nightclub on her social media, with the caption, "I heard that idiot Sam is waiting in the rain for that ex-convict. What a desperate loser. Serves her right if she freezes to death."At 1:00 am, a Maybach stopped at the entrance of the alley. Henry walked over soon after, reeking of alcohol.He had just returned from the Quinton family's banquet. He was dressed in a bespoke suit worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, looking sharp and commanding. Before entering the a

The hall fell into silence instantly. Everyone looked at Myra like she was an idiot.The bald old man panicked and quickly stepped back.But Henry didn't move. He swirled the red wine in his glass, watching me with faint amusement.I released Henry's arm and walked forward in my five-inch heels until I stood in front of Myra.Myra was still screaming like a madwoman. "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll have Jasper—"A sharp slap rang through the entire hall. I had put all my strength into it. Myra's face was whipped to the side, swelling almost immediately as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She froze, clutching her face in shock and staring at me in disbelief."Did you just hit me?""Yes, I did," I said coldly, staring straight at her. My voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the entire hall. "Open your damn eyes and take a good look. This is Henry Quinton, CEO of Quinton Group. I am his fiancee. Who exactly do you think you are to

The police, who were lying in wait, entered the venue."You're Myra, right? We received a report accusing you of extortion. You'll need to come with us."I had called the police.I watched as Myra was handcuffed and led away, then looped my arm through Henry's and smiled brightly at the cameras.Henry watched as I handled everything cleanly and decisively. A flicker of caution crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by admiration.Only a ruthless and decisive woman was worthy of becoming the matron of the Quinton family.During the toasting segment, several wealthy socialites looked at me with subtle disdain."Ms. Walsh, you certainly know how to play the game. How clever of you, using a child to climb your way up the social ladder."I rested a hand over my slightly raised abdomen and smiled gracefully."It may sound crude to rely on a child, but it works. It's still better than those who can't even bear one and end up letting outsiders step in, don't you think?"Their