Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 144 Chapter 144 Just then, Klein walked in. : 55 vouchers He spotted Samuel in the entryway and greeted him, "Dad, you should've told me you were coming. So I could've asked the chef to whip up something special." Samuel said with an awkward smile, "I suddenly thought of Whit and just came over on a whim." Samuel wasn't naive enough to think Klein was actually bothered about not hosting him properly. He could easily pick up on Klein's real meaning. He was implying that Samuel should have given him a heads-up before dropping by.

"Oh, Klein, I've got something to take care of, so I'll get going," Samuel said. As expected, Klein didn't bother to keep him. He just said casually. "See you soon." "Oh, and Dad, about that partnership we discussed, I think I might need to reconsider it. If you make up your mind, just reach out to my assistant," Klein said, not bothering to hide his indifference. Samuel's smile froze. He got the message loud and clear. Klein was giving him a not-so-subtle warning. If he kept failing to pick a side, Klein would probably stop helping his company. "Of course.

Whit's my daughter and I'll always put her first," Samuel said. With that, Samuel didn't stick around any longer. He made his exit without another word. Whit pursed her lips and said, "Are you really going to help him?" "Why don't I just buy the company and hand it over to you? Then your dad will work for you," Klein grinned. But Whitney wasn't having it. She shook her head and said, "No need." Klein's eyes flickered. "Well, what do you want?" he asked. "I want him to watch his company crash and burn," Whit replied, her voice icy. "Alright.

Whatever you want," Klein said without a second thought. Whitney suddenly remembered what Lena had told her. Indeed Klein always agreed to whatever she wanted, no questions asked. If she didn't say anything, he wouldn't pry. He'd just quietly support her. Whitney pulled him down to sit beside her and asked, "Why don't you ask me the reason?" 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 144 : 61 IR 55 vouchers Klein chuckled softly. "You'll tell me when you're ready. If you're not saying it now, it just means you don't trust me enough yet." "If my wife doesn't trust me, I must try harder," Klein said pitifully.

Whitney didn't know what to say. 'You really know how to play the victim, don't you?' she thought. She cleared her throat and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you. I just don't know how to put it into words." "My mom passed away way very early. She thought she was giving her all to the man she loved, but maybe she was just wrong about him. I just don't want you to think my mom was stupid, gullible, or too innocent," she said softly. "I never will," Klein said, his gaze unwavering. "Loving someone isn't wrong.

The real villain is the one who stomps all over someone's love," he added, his voice low and fierce. Whit suddenly missed her mom. "Klein, my mom never knew I got married. Can you come with me to visit her grave sometime?" she asked softly. Klein pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her eye. "Of course. My time is all yours." he said. ***** The wedding gifts had been locked up in the safe ever since the big day. With everything going on lately, Whitney finally found a moment to sort through it all. Klein had told her the cash was all hers to use however she wanted.

Whit didn't hold back at all. Most people were very generous. After tallying up all the wedding gifts, Whitney was shocked to see the total worth hit eight figures. Among all the gifts, there was a black bank card with no name attached, just a single surname "Sherman". Whitney went over the entire guest list in her mind, but she couldn't recall anyone surnamed Sherman. She took the black card, saw the PIN Scribbled on the back, and went to the bank to check the bank balance online. But when she saw the number on the screen, she was left speechless.

Just this one card alone held a nine-figure sum, more than all the other wedding gifts put together. 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 144 'Could this be a card James slipped in secretly?' Whit wondered. 61 65 vouchers Whitney gripped the card tightly, feeling a wave of unease. Without hesitating, she made her way straight to Harris Group. But as soon as she stepped inside, she realized it was a bit inappropriate. Just as she was about to call Klein, she ran into Calvin. "Mrs. Harris..." Calvin blurted out, but when he caught the curious glances from passing employees, he quickly switched gears. "Ms.

Moore, you came. Let's head upstairs together." Besides George, the only people at Harris Group who knew about her relationship with Klein were probably Calvin and Klein's personal assistant. Whitney murmured an apology and followed him into the elevator. "Mrs. Harris, let's head up to the third floor and switch to Mr. Harris's private elevator. He's still in a meeting. You can hang out in his office for a bit," Calvin said. Whitney nodded lightly and made herself comfortable in Klein's office, waiting quietly. Klein was just like his office, black and white, no room for ambiguity.

He was disciplined and self-controlled to an almost obsessive degree. Honestly, the only wild thing he'd ever done was marrying her, his nephew's ex-fiancée. Whitney grabbed a magazine from the rack. The man on the cover looked so mature and uptight, like he'd never even heard of fun. But only she knew how wild he got at night, like an old wooden house catching fire, just burning hotter and wilder every time. ***** Klein sat across from Taylor Sherman, who was about ten years older than him, and raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Sherman, don't you think this is a bit much?" Klein said.

Taylor, always impatient, shot back, "What's wrong with it? I'm putting 1.5 billion into your project. Just send me your account info and I'll wire the money right now." Klein had never seen anyone do business so bluntly. He just snorted and said, "No thanks." "I just downloaded an anti-fraud app this morning, and it says if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is a fraud," Klein said. Taylor was left speechless. "Come on, Klein, why are you dragging this out?" Sherman complained. 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 144 "Are you sending the account or not?" he pressed.

Klein shook his head and said, "No." : 61 55 vouchers Investing wasn't child's play. The Sherman family might be one of the most powerful families in the world, but Klein wasn't close to them at all. Honestly, the Sherman family had been totally off the radar in the country for years, and hardly anyone here even knew about them. "3 billion! That should be enough, right?" Mr. Sherman said, upping the ante. Klein's temples throbbed. He was seriously tempted to throw this man out. "Mr. Sherman, if you keep this up, I'm calling the cops," Klein said coldly. "We don't touch dirty money.

If we do, we'll be in serious trouble," he added. Mr. Sherman's eyes widened with anger. "The Sherman family runs a legitimate business!" he said. Sure, maybe they weren't exactly squeaky clean fifty years ago, but thanks to his generation's hard work, they'd long since turned things around and gone legit. In the end, Mr. Sherman stormed out, fuming. It wasn't until Klein stepped out of the meeting room that he realized Whitney was here. He hurried back to his office and instructed Ryan, "If anything comes up, just call me.

Don't come knocking on my door." 'Don't barge in and interrupt my private time with my wife. he thought. Ryan paused and said, "Got it, Mr. Harris." ***** Whitney was dozing on the couch when she felt a warm breath on her cheek. "What brings you here? Miss me already?" Klein teased. Whitney opened her eyes. Every time she saw his flawless face, she couldn't help but feel like she'd hit the jackpot. "Yeah. Your meeting's over?" she asked, sitting up to shake off the sleepiness. "Yeah, just finished," Klein replied. Whitney pulled the black card out of her bag.

"Klein, this was one of the cards we got as a wedding gift. I checked, and it's got 30 million on it." Klein frowned. "Was this for you?" he asked. 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 144 61 55 vouchers Whit blinked, caught off guard. "I'm not sure. All the gifts from both families got mixed together. But there's no way someone would give me that much money." he said. With a sum this huge, she just figured it had to be meant for Klein. If it was just eight figures, she wouldn't have been so shocked. "Any idea who sent it?" Klein asked.

Whit shook her head and said, "I only know the surname is Sherman." 'Seriously, another Sherman?' Klein wondered, feeling a bit impatient. AD Comment Send gift No Ads Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.