<b>Chapter </b>152
At the same <b>time</b>, the <b>pricey </b>Cullinan was cruising smoothly into the peaceful night.
How would <b>Frederick </b><b>know </b>that the woman who had spent a few delightful hours <b>with </b>him was Marguerite, not <b>Yuna</b><b>? </b>
Still basking in <b>the </b>afterglow <b>of </b>the woman’s tendemess, he voluntarily <b>pulled </b><b>Yuna </b><b>into </b>his arms, allowing her to lean on his shoulder.
<b>Yuna </b>was <b>over </b>the moon.
This was the first time that Frederick had taken the initiative to hold her!
Apparently, Marguerite had her ways of reeling men In.
But Marguerite would never know that she had once again sacrificed herself for Yuna!
The man she <b>had </b>meticulously plotted to attract was now cuddling and chatting with her.
if Marguerite knew, she would be fuming!
The more <b>Yuna </b>thought about it, the happier she became. Frederick’s voice echoed in her ear, “If you’re broke, just tell me. No more working at the bar
<b>The </b>deep<b>, </b>resonant voice of the man made Yuna’s heart burst with joy.
At the same time, she saw a business opportunity and hastily said, “Then give me some money, Freddie.”
<b>“</b><b>How </b><b>much </b>do you need?”
Yuna wrapped her arm around the man’s waist and boldly said, “A million!”
Frederick’s face turned serious, and he asked with a slight frown, “What do you need so much money for?”
Yuna pouted unhappily, “Freddie, do you think I’m asking for too much and you’re unwilling to give me? Today is my birthday.”
It wasn’t that he was unwilling.
Before, she had had many opportunities to ask him for money, especially when he had said he wanted to celebrate her birthday. But she didn’t mention money, only asking him to take pictures with her.
But now, she was asking for a million bucks under the pretext of celebrating her birthday!
In just over ten minutes, she had be apletely different person, and of course, Frederick wanted to find out why.
Could it be that she had encountered some problem that required money to solve when she was changing clothes at the bar?
Unexpectedly, Yuna blinked her eyes andined unhappily, “Freddie, you spent so much money shopping with Marguerite before…
So, it was only fair for her to ask him for a million<b>! </b>
That was only the cost of two shopping trips with Marguerite.
Frederick’s body visibly stiffened, and he pushed away Yuna’s arm.
Yuna was somewhat puzzled and looked at the man innocently, “Freddie, did I say something wrong? I was the fitting model back then. You don’t know how heartbreaking it was for me to see you two.”
The more Yuna exined, the more repulsed Frederick became.
What a pain!
He was worried about whether this woman had encountered some problem, but her reason for asking for money was so simple and straightforward
Because he had bought Marguerite a lot of expensive clothes, Yuna had to ask for a million.
Interesting!
Such a love forparisons, this was the true nature of Yuna.
So, all the joy from earlier was all pretense by this woman!
But, that joyful feeling was hard for him to forget. She had been so sincere, so gentle back then.
He was desperately trying to find a trace of that feeling in Yuna again, but due to her vanity, it vanished in an instant.
Seeing Frederick in this state, Yuna unashamedly tugged at <b>his </b>cor, “Freddie…”
Just then, the car pulled into Diamond Crest Estates. The driver parked the car steadily, but Yuna didn’t get out.
How could she leave without Frederick promising to give her the money?
So, <b>she </b>shamelessly sat there without moving.
Frederick took a deep breath, suppressing his annoyance and said, “Send your bank details to my secretary Ill have him transfer the money to you”
<b>Upon </b>hearing this, Yuna’s eyes lit up as she replied, “<b>Thank </b>you, Freddie. I knew you loved me.”
With that, she couldn’t wait to give the man a hug
<b>But </b>just as she extended her arm, Frederick’s voice rang out, “Get out of the car”
Yuna’s hand hung in the ait, and she felt extremely awkward, <b>“</b>Freddie, I want to hug you.”
<b>Traid</b><b>, </b>get out.
redericks displeasure was obvious, his words slow and threatening.
His cold session caused Yuna to shiver <b>Afraid </b>that the promised million would fly away, she quickly got out of the car
Frederick <b>was </b>leaning back in his office chair, <b>his </b>long fingers massaging his <b>forehead</b><b>, </b><b>his </b>expression devoid <b>of </b>warmth.
Chuck was <b>about </b><b>to </b><b>leave </b>after reporting on work <b>when </b>Frederick <b>spoke</b><b>, </b><b>“</b>You’ve been <b>talling </b>Marguente <b>these </b>few days. Has <b>any </b>progress <b>been </b><b>made</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Yes, Mr. Winston.“.
<b>Her </b>movements.
<b>Chuck </b>suddenly remembered <b>that </b>Marguerite <b>had </b>gone <b>for </b>a job Interview <b>at </b>The Drunken Donkey yesterday.