[Gabriel, if you still want to be a CEO’s husband, first repay the five hundred thousand, then sign a prenuptial agreement. After marriage, you’ll be a stay-at-home husband, taking care of the kids and living in luxury.]
[Obey me, and I’ll guarantee you a life of comfort and status.]
[If you refuse, you’ll never work in this industry again.]
I stared at the screen—and laughed.
She probably didn’t realize. For someone like me, she was the one marrying up.
Even if I never worked a day in my life, I’d still live well, better than most. I didn’t need her crumbs.
So I replied with a single word. [Get lost.]
But I didn’t expect her to go completely unhinged.
That very night, Phoebe showed up at my apartment with four bodyguards.
The doorbell rang like a siren. I opened the door slowly—and there she was, standing at my doorstep, her expression was gloomy.
Behind her, four men in black exuded quiet menace.
“Gabriel,” she sneered, “did you think hiding at home would protect you?”
Without waiting for an answer, she shoved past me and barged inside like a storm.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, watching as she prowled through my living room like a thief looking for loot.