Chapter 50
Estelle booked at him with disbeliet
“If you don’t think money is important, then freeze your credit cards and try living a lite without money. Then you’ll see if money is important or not. Also, if not your money, what would be after? You?
“You who heads out late at night for another woman? Or you who turned me into your first love’s housekeeper, making me prepare medicinal meals for her?
“Or would it be you who asked me if I was the one at fault when I asked you for help? Or maybe it’s you who hung up on me and carried another woman off when my Life was in danger?”
Estelle continued to stare at Julian. “And even if I were after your money, I don’t think I’ve received any assets, have 1?”
was worth
The place susan lived in after she retumed to the country was a mansion situated in one of the best neighborhoods in sarvinia. It had a seaside–view and was nine figures.
julian had bought it without an ounce of hesitation and had the title transferred under Susan’s name.
As for Estelle, she could only live in a rented apartment after moving out from the Grants‘ house. She had lived as Mrs. Grant for five years, but she was clearly nothing when compared to his first love who had only just retumed to the country six months ago,
There was likely nothing more ironie in this world. She truly had been pathetic during her time as the famed Mrs. Grant.
Julian frowned. “Susan doesn’t have long left. Why must you insist on making a fuss about someone who’s going to die soon?
“Die soon? Estelle smirked. “Are you sure she’s really going to dar soon?”
Julian naturally didn’t miss the Implication in Estelle’s comment. Its eyes darkened as he questioned, “What are you trying to say?
“How about a bet, Julian? Let’s bet on whether or not Susan dies in six months
Estelle had been thinking things through lately. Susan was a compulsive liar, and she knew how to act too, so her story about being terminally ill might not even be
true.
Other than her fainting every few days, their were no signs at all she was suffering from some incurable disease.
Moreover, if someone was terminally ill, would they really be in the mood to scheme and manipulate others all day?
“What nomense,” Julian retorted ictly.
“What? You’re tou scared?”
Julian remained expressionless, “Medicine has advanced a lot, and Zach has been ardently looking for well–known doctors for Susan. Her illness night not be incurable,”
Estelle could not fathom the spell sun had cover join for him to believe in her so adamantly.
He seemingly didn’t want to continue that line of conversation. “What’s y
Your second condition?”
İst elle stated at him in the eyes as die enunciated lier next words clearly. “Jultan Cipant, I wait a divorce.”
Julian’s patience finally supped. “Estelle, I’ve greed to hearing out your conditions. You said you wanted 100 million dollars, and I’ve agreed to that too. Just how long do you intend on throwing a tant mode
An image seemingly popped into las mind, and a flash of discrossed his eyes. “Who Cought you these petty tactics?
“Do you still think that is just playing around with you, Julian?”
pudian’s gaze was focused onfict face. “You like me, don’t you?”
Estelle truze for a second before catching of “You wein though my diary?”
pallan’s eyes darted away. Tobias took li by accident, and I saw it when he retururd it to tie.
Estelle had a habit of keeping a diary. In that diary, she wrote about her antiage for the past Live yours.
Before Susan returned, Julian had been quite good to her. He was young, handsome, and held a certain status in society, so it hadn’t been a chore to fall in love with bám. Not to mention, he was already her husband.
However, hearing Julian say that made Estelle think of a certain saying
