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I snap. I almost flinch at my own words. I was referring to the letters, the money, the gifts. The ridiculous, expensive gifts. Asher knows that. His eyes blaze at my attitude, bright with a challenge. He made that year of my life hell, as I wrestled with how to get rid of it all. I felt extremely guilty. "I think that's something we should discuss privately," Asher practically purrs. My teeth grit together.

“But it also helps that you are Amber Ash.” There it was. The Ash family. One of the Five Power Houses that quietly ran the city—real estate, finance, politics, infrastructure, influence. My parents had raised me away from the spotlight and even after their deaths, the name still carried weight and money. “You’re the sole heir,” Jason continued. “Every asset, every trust, every legacy property. The Ash name opens doors money alone can’t.” I leaned back in my chair. “And you’re not exactly lacking in lineage.”

Jane said in a high tone without knowing who she was talking to. Addison, overwhelmed by Asher's anger, rushed to catch up. Once he reached the living room and heard his wife talking nonsense, he immediately stopped her. "Shut up!" Mr. Addison pointed at Mrs. Jane. "Don't you know that Mr. Asher is one of the largest shareholders in Stanford State?" The woman called Mrs. Jane turned to Mr. Addison, "Really?" Mrs. Jane was wide-eyed, her face instantly turning pale. The other people in the house were no exception. They began to think about their fate if Asher took action.

5 billion? " Yes," Vera said. " Mrs Johnson is worth over $4.2 billion. She was wise to share her money to her staffs and some cancer research donation stuffs. I don't really know much about those ones but that's what she did. When she dies, you'll inherit the $2.5 billion."

Jasmine blinked once, then again to regain her composure and stop embarrassing herself more than she already had. Though she was raised by a somewhat wealthy family, she had never seen sophisticated facilities such as the ones she encountered with Asher. It had become obvious he was richer than his whole family combined. She hadn’t seen all of his company, but she could already tell that the Wayne’s company paled in comparison to it. “Are you just going to stand there?” Asher asked when Jasmine made no move to enter, and she snapped out of her trance. “Sorry,” she mumbled with a sheepish smile as she stepped into his office.

That’s when it hit him. She hadn’t taken a single piece of clothing. Not one. All the expensive dresses, handbags, jewelry, and designer outfits he had bought for her over the years remained untouched. And then he remembered the bank card. Ashley hadn’t spent a single penny from the family allowances. Not the monthly payments. Not the company benefits. Nothing. She had even returned the compensation his grandfather had personally given her after she saved his life. “Fuck Ash, just what kind of woman are you?” He muttered, staring blankly at the empty space.

She initially wanted to muster up the courage to say to Alex, “Alex, we’ve been together for so many years, and seeing that both of us are also getting older, why don’t we have a child?” She truly wanted to muster up the courage to say it to Alex for once. However, it just so happened the matter of Old Master Shaw demanding Sabrina’s kidneys happened in the past two days, so Jane had put it aside. Fortunately, she had not spoken about this. Otherwise, she would not even be able to save this slightest bit of dignity. “It’s fine, Alex. You… You don’t owe me anything,” Jane was still smiling gently as usual. She handed the ten million dollars to Alex again. “It had been so many years that you p

“Nope not happening. You’ve sacrificed enough already. If they gave you that money for your loft, then that’s exactly what it’s going toward.” “Jane, that’s twenty thousand extra dollars” “I don’t care,” she snapped. “You’re not touching it for anything else, end of discussion.” I let out a breathless laugh. “You’re unbelievable.” “What I do want to know,” she continued, her tone turning mischievous, “is how the hell you’ve managed to completely mesmerize these men because I would very much like a few rich, ridiculously attractive men throwing money at me too.” “They are not my sugar daddies,” I said quickly. “They gave you fifty thousand dollars,” she shot back. “They are the definition of

“Gwen! You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancé!” I crossed my arms, watching him with a faint smirk. “Not anymore.” “You… you’re trying to drive me to my death!” he shouted, his face contorted with rage. I scoffed. “I’m not driving you anywhere. You’re the one who dug your own grave.” From the envy of everyone as the supposed “son-in-law of a real estate mogul,” Asher plummeted to nothing more than a penniless nobody. As for Sophia, without Asher to fund her lifestyle, she returned to her previous job as a real estate saleswoman.

Just endure. Just one year, she reminded herself. One year. Then the boutique’s glass door slid open again—and the atmosphere snapped. Asher Kane walked in, phone still in hand, suit sharp as sin, and presence loud enough to silence the room. The laughter died. Every employee straightened. The woman in silk froze, her smug smile wiped clean. He didn’t spare them a glance. His eyes found Liara instantly, his voice calm but edged in ice. “Why haven’t you picked anything?”