“Besides, if he really had ties to the richest man in New York, someone that is obsessed with money, do you really think he’d eat at some cheap chain restaurant if he had access to that kind of wealth?”
“I’m telling you, he’s bluffing! He’s using that identity to scare you into marrying him. Don’t fall for it!”
Phoebe hesitated. Then sighed, as if it were all out of her hands.
“Blake, even if he is a gold-digger, once he signs this, he won’t escape my control after the wedding.”
“And you know—if I don’t marry him, my dad won’t hand over the Wright family shares to me.”
So that was it.
She never wanted to marry me—she just needed me to get something else.
And as for Blake’s desperate attempts to block the marriage—I was already beginning to suspect that secondary card had something to do with him.
Otherwise, how could a mere assistant be decked out in the latest high-end designer brands from head to toe?
I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one spending on that card.
I took the agreement she handed me and said calmly, “I’ll sign it—after we settle the five hundred thousand dollar bill.”