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Chapter 75 Stanley was so generous that George paused for a moment before replying, "Mr. Hawk, just give whatever you think is appropriate." Stanley raised an eyebrow. "How about a million?" A million? George's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Stanley to casually offer that much. "That will be enough." Stanley took out a check and handed it to George.. George quickly counted the zeros. It really was a million! "Thank you, Mr. Hawk.

I'll be on my way now." With the check in hand, George walked off, clearly pleased. Stanley returned to the bedroom, where Wendy was already waiting for him. Wendy glanced at him and asked, "What did George talk to you about?" Stanley casually undid a button on his black shirt, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and smirked. "What do you think he could have said?" Wendy furrowed her brow. "I'm asking seriously.

I'm not joking." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Stanley placed his expensive steel watch on the dresser. Noticing her tense, serious expression, he raised an eyebrow. "He didn't say much. Just asked me for money." Wendy's face shifted. "Did you give him any?" "I did." "How much?" "One million." Wendy was speechless. "Why did you give him money? And why one million?!" Stanley approached her.

"Wendy, what's with you tonight? That's your foster father. What's wrong with giving him a million?" Wendy stared at him, his aristocratic appearance exuding elegance and generosity. Stanley had always been generous, never stingy with her. A million was nothing to him, more like a small charity. Her clear eyes fixed on his handsome face. "If you give him a million today, he'll ask for two million tomorrow. You're just feeding his greed.

I'm going to get that money back for you right now." She turned to leave, but Stanley grabbed her delicate arm. "Wendy, what's going on with you?" He lowered his voice, asking, "Why did your foster father go to prison? Ten years. That's a serious sentence." He was asking her about her foster father's crime. * His gaze was gentle, not betraying any contempt for her despite George's visit.

Raised in a high-status family and 1/2 Chapter 75 well-educated, Stanley had the poise of someone accustomed to refinement. He had always been a good man, and Glinda was the same-accepting her background, offering warmth. This was probably what a true aristocratic family looked like. When George threw the question at her today, Wendy hadn't answered-not because she felt ashamed, but because there was no need to. Wendy looked at Stanley. "That's personal.

It has nothing to do with you." Stanley gave her a knowing smile, one that was full of meaning. He pulled her toward him, chuckling as he rebuked her, "Wendy, you'd better know your place." Wendy said slowly, "Stanley, don't get involved if you don't plan to bear responsibility. Don't give others hope. That way, they won't be disappointed.". She withdrew her arm from his grip and turned to leave. He was a good man, but ultimately, he wasn't hers.

They would divorce soon, and he would be Jessica's man. No matter how much she might want to rely on him, it would never happen. Years ago, he had promised to take her away from that cave, but he would never know how long she had waited for him there-day after day. He never showed up. Instead, she was left with that brute, George. He never came for her. At a luxurious nightclub VIP room, George lounged on the sofa, slapping the check for a million dollars onto the coffee table.

With his legs stretched out, he smirked. "Bring all your beautiful girls over here. See? I've got money!" Search the FindNovel.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.