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Silver Fox had beenmenting to herself and not really answering Bu’s questions. But when he asked her another question, reality hit—her fabricated story about marrying the president was getting out of hand. Unable to exin herself to Bu, she blurted out, “Yes, after I’ve spent all of the president’s money, I n to divorce and find someone richer.”
Bu stared at her in disbelief before finally saying, “You really are heartless.”
Silver Fox, tired of the exchange, rolled her eyes and mped her mouth shut. She expected that would be the end of their conversation, figuring Bu must now see her as a horrible person he’d never want to speak with again.
However, after a brief pause, he caught her off guard with another question. “So, you want to marry your president not out of love but for her money?”
Silver Fox, caught off guard, struggled to find a way to shift the conversation. Before she could craft her response, Bu’s intense gaze unsettled her.
For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt nervous and replied hastily, “No, no, no, I adore her. The president of Minty Fragrances and Perfumes is not only beautiful and kind-hearted but also utterly exceptional. I truly love her.”
Even those who were wed loved themselves, and Silver Fox was no exception. Bu, puzzled by her logic, wondered why she would n to divorce and marry someone else after draining the president’s finances if her affection was genuine. Unable to figure out what she was thinking, he eventually stopped trying.
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As he focused back on driving, Silver Fox sighed in relief, hoping the topic was closed. Yet, unexpectedly, Bu reached into his pocket, pulled out a ck and golden card, and handed it to her.
Puzzled, she examined the card and inquired, “What’s this?”
“It’s my secondary card,” Bu exined. “If the money from your president isn’t enough, you can use mine. Forget about divorce and remarrying. If you truly love her, just settle down and stop causing problems.”
Silver Fox’s lips twitched repeatedly as she realized Bu hadpletely believed her flippantment. She was astounded that he took her words so seriously. Despite her tendency to overspend, she was principled about only using her own money.
Why would she use someone else’s, especially someone she hardly knew?
Observing her reluctance to ept the card, Bu reassured her, “Don’t worry. I make money fast enough to keep up with your spending.”
Silver Fox believed Bu’s limitless earning capacity. Even with nonstop shopping, she could only dent a small portion of his wealth. His pace of making money clearly kept up with her spending, but she questioned the rationale behind using his money.
She looked at him, not epting the card, and asked, “Mr. Hoffman, why should I use your money?”
Bu, with a light chuckle, offered, “If you introduce me to your president and help set up a coboration with Minty Fragrances and Perfumes, this card will be your reward.”
“Can I really use the money on this card without restrictions?” she asked.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “Isn’t that overly generous?”
Having the freedom to use his secondary card meant she could ess his funds without limit. Silver Fox puzzled over why Bu would propose such a potentially unfavorable deal. Even if their businesses coborated, the profit might not exceed what she spent.
As she mulled it over, Bu’s patience waned, and he impulsively threw the card at her, eximing, “You’ve gone through so much trouble to take my money, and now that I’m offering some, you hesitate. You’re being absurd.”
Despite feeling demeaned, Silver Fox ced the card in her bag. He had criticized her, suggesting she’d be foolish not to ept his money after enduring such an insult. Since he wanted her to spend his money so badly, she resolved to spendvishly, pushing the limits to see if she could unsettle him.
As she stashed the card away, her phone buzzed—a call from Ernst interrupted her thoughts
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