Gold Digger or Heiress?
On the very day I returned home, my would-be mother-in-law slapped a check across my face.
“Five million dollars. Walk away from my son. I’ve dealt with gold diggers before, who think a pregnancy can lock a man down. You’re not nearly as smart as you believe.”
Before I could say a word, a girl in a white dress shrank behind her, clutching her sleeve with trembling fingers, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Mrs. Sterling, please… don’t do this. What if Adrian finds out? And… if he truly cares about her, I’m willing to step aside.”
I let out a soft laugh.
So that was the story she had written for me. A calculating woman trying to steal her man.
I bent down, picked up the check, and tucked it neatly into the deep neckline of Lily Bennett’s dress.
“Here. A tip. Your performance wasn’t bad.”
Then I pulled out my black card and flicked it onto the table.
“Ma’am, I’ll offer you ten million. Keep your son on a leash, and tell him to stop bothering me. I find him revolting.”
I paused, then added lightly,
“Oh, and one more thing.”
I gestured toward the delicate little flower she was guarding so carefully.
“The girl you’re protecting? My father brought her home last year. His illegitimate daughter.
“If anyone thinks they’re joining my family, they should probably ask the Bennetts for permission first.”