Even if he traveled abroad, women still flocked to him. All it took was a sh of his luxury car, and they were pretending to get into the wrong ride. He didn''t need to bother with feelings-rtionships felt too cheap. In the end, keeping himself happy was what mattered most.


    ra let out a softugh. Who said true love only bloomed in wealthy families? For these rich heirs, money was just numbers, and women could feel like nothing more than fleeting impressions. They swarmed around like bees to honey, and finding any genuine connection in the chaos seemed impossible.


    She gazed out the window, her voice calm. "That''s because Jackson hasn''t met the one who truly matters to him yet. Once he does, he''ll start caring about the little things. He''ll notice whether she picks a gift with money or with thought. The pricier it is, the more it might feel shallow, and that''ll sting."


    Dn, sitting nearby, blinked at her words, stealing a quick nce before looking away. Jackson leaned on his hand, deep in thought. After a moment, he chuckled, "It''s not thatplicated. I still like gifts that are pricey and well-made."


    Right then, his phone buzzed. He had ns to meet a casual partnerter, but she''d been busytely, not even a text. They''d hooked up more than a dozen times, always having a good time. What he appreciated most? She never reached out first. When he was interested, she''d just send over the room number.


    It was perfect for him-no clingy drama. All he wanted was for the Dawson family to see his antics and push for a divorce. But after so many encounters, he found himself starting to care, though she remained unchanged.


    With a sigh, he read her message: she couldn''t make it tonight, too busy. It had been weeks since theyst met. Didn''t she miss him at all?


    Staring at his screen, he couldn''t resist texting back.


    [Busy with what?]


    No answer. Ten minutes ticked by, still nothing. It felt like his message disappeared into the void. Jackson felt frustration building, unable to shake it off. He thought he was detached, but he hadn''t expected to meet someone even


    more so.


    His mood soured, recalling ra was still in the car. He scoffed. "Women are a pain, especially the one at home. I don''t even know what she looks like."


    ra held back from responding, not wanting to hit a nerve.


    The car pulled up to Moonlight, and the trio headed to the most secluded private room. As ra settled in, Jackson tossed a contract her way, his tone sharp. "Sign it and leave. I don''t want to see you tonight."


    She nced at the contract. The Bradford family stood to gain quite a bit, at least


    a hundred million. Surprised, she looked at Dn, who''d been quiet all night. His mood seemed off.


    "Thank you, Mr. Dn."


    Dn kept his eyes on his wrist, lost in thought, not acknowledging her.


    She signed her name, said her goodbyes, and quickly left, sensing Dn''s mood


    and not wanting to stick around to upset him further.


    She left in a hurry, like she couldn''t get out fast enough.


    Jackson ced the contract on the coffee table, his tone mocking. "I don''t get why you''d help her. It can''t still be about Simon, right?"