?<strong>Chapter 351:</strong>


    The butler put on a serious face as he echoed her charade. “While Mr. Payne is decent, we can’t say the same for everyone else. Miss, it’s likely he was tricked. That woman has no shame. She not only assumes the role of a mistress but also squanders your fiancé’s money. Worse, she dares to provoke you openly.”


    The audience in the live stream responded to the duo’s deliberate exchange with simmering anger, moring for a view to see this so-called audacious mistress in question.


    Inside the No. 2 private room, Kallie hadn’t known she was being ndered as a mistress yet.


    The harp was delivered to the No. 2 private room. Lenny cradled the carefully wrapped harp, ready to leave. Mr. Jack shot him a look.


    Catching the hint, Lenny abruptly halted.


    Lenny hesitated and then reluctantly ced the ancient harp before Kallie as per Mr. Jack’s silent request. Caught off guard, Kallie waved her hands vigorously, saying, “Mr. Jack, I can’t ept this.”


    Mr. Jack nced at the harp and responded in a nonchnt tone, “Just take it. It’s only a couple of million. No biggie.”


    Kallie widened her eyes in surprise. “But you paid fifty million for it. I can’t ept it, even if you insist.”


    Mr. Jack observed her earnest expression and burst intoughter. “Hold on. I haven’t finished yet. Remember the business issue I wanted you to take care of for me? If it doesn’t pull in fifty million by next month, you’ll need to cover the shortfall. It’s a tough ask, but you did agree. Maybe you should reconsider whether to take this harp or not.”


    Assuming Mr. Jack meant his words, Kallie clenched her teeth in frustration and questioned, “Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”


    Mr. Jack shrugged and unapologetically replied, “It slipped my mind before. So, consider the harp my apology. You still remember you owe me a life-saving favor, right? Don’t tell me you’ve regretted having agreed to my condition.”


    Kallie’s almost blurted-out response was choked off by his words.


    Taking a deep breath topose herself, Kallie grasped the harp from the table and signaled her bodyguard to push her wheelchair out.


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    Once Kallie left the room, Lenny muttered under his breath, frustrated, “You splurged on her, aiming to please her, yet you masked it with your sly words. Why?”


    Mr. Jack nonchntly lifted Lenny’s cor and snapped, “Cut the crap, or you’ll be sent to Yaeloth and endure exhausting training under Edgar’s watchful eyes.” Lenny mped his mouth shut reluctantly.


    Fuming, Kallie returned to her residence. Having believed in Mr. Jack’s words, her frustration was palpable. Yet, she found herself unable to do much. Were all wealthy people so maniptive? Doubts began to creep in. Perhaps Mr. Jack wasn’t Jake. Jake wouldn’t do such a thing to her, no matter the circumstances.


    Back at the vi, Tyrone and Sophie were enjoying their time together, having fun in the garden. Sophie’s voice was nearly back to normal, though she still preferred silence. Yet, the duo’s happiness was evident in their beaming faces, a crystal-clear scene even from Kallie’s vantage point on the balcony.


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