“Michael’s getting married, does that mean he’s going to settle down?”
“What about that little girl you’ve been seeing on the side?”
"If not. Let us have her instead; she's just a plaything anyway."
"To be honest, it's rare to find such a pure canary. Name your price—one million? four million dollars? Or seven million dollars?"
"No!" Michael firmly refused.
The faces of the others froze and my heart leaped into my throat.
But in the next moment, he took a casual sip of his drink, narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a faint smile. "Someone this easy to fool is worth at least a hundred million dollars."
He regarded me as a canary with a clear price tag.
It felt like a needle piercing my heart.
Unable to hold back any longer, I turned around, fled into an empty private room and broke down into uncontrollable tears.
Then, an unfamiliar number lit up my phone screen.
"Hello, is this Ms. Taylor Ashley?"
I composed my voice and replied. "Yes. May I ask who this is?"
The person on the other end let out a sigh of relief and replied with a soft chuckle. "I'm Michael's fiancée. You left something in his car. May I send you a picture so you can check."