Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 177 You're Robbing Me



Chapter 177 You're Robbing Me

Chapter 177 You're Robbing Me

Cora knew very well that Byron was mocking her for being obsessed with money.

But compared to letting him know that she had other thoughts about him, she would rather have him

misunderstand her greed for money. She didn't want to reveal her feelings to him, which would be

utterly embarrassing to her. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

At that moment, she thought of what Sally had said before about pretending to break up for money. So

she confirmed what he thought in a half-joking tone.

"If Mrs. Lydia Hansen doesn't give up and make persistent efforts to give me money to let me break up

with you. She might give me more than just this one sum of money! This method of making money is

simply too easy."

Little did Cora know that someone would always top her schemes.

Byron pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and stared at her as he said, "That's actually a great

way to make money! Let's do it as you said, with a 20-80 split."

"I get 80%, and you get 20%?" Cora furrowed her eyebrows, finding it hard to understand if Byron was

being serious or not.

But Byron directly showered her with his capitalist nature, saying, "I take 80%, and the first transaction

was conducted without my consent, so your share also belongs to me as compensation for my mental

distress."

"I object!" Cora protested immediately. This was her hard-earned money. Why should it all belong to

him?

Furthermore, Cora had taken so much money from Lydia without doing anything in return, and she was

worried that Lydia might come after her for the money.

But Byron's voice, as cold as ice water, dismissed her objection with a single sentence. "Your objection

is invalid. I will have someone count and take away these things later."

Then he walked toward the bathroom, unbuttoning his collar.

Cora was at a loss for words.

She had never seen someone describe robbing someone so nobly!

What surprised her even more was that the next day when she woke up, the seven thousand ounces of

gold in the room had indeed disappeared without a trace.

This made her suspect for a moment that Byron's apparent displeasure upon learning about her

intention to break up for money was just a ploy to take away that money from her.

Jane arrived early at the office, and she saw the nurse had a difficult expression on her face.

"Dr. Yoris, there's a burn patient from the burns unit waiting for you here. I thought it wouldn't be

appropriate to let her wait outside, so I allowed her to wait in your office..."

For some reason, when the nurse mentioned the patient's difficult situation, Jane immediately thought

of Flora and her face that, even after skin grafts, still looked eerie and terrifying.

Actually, she truly disliked Flora. Firstly, because even after her facial reconstruction, she still looked so

ugly, and secondly, Flora was Cora's mother.

But in front of her colleagues, Jane couldn't rebuke her directly, so she could only say, "I understand.

You can go back to your work."

Then, when Jane pushed open the door and entered, Flora was looking at the several photos placed

on her desk, and she gently touched the photos of Jane as if she had found her long-lost daughter,

wanting to concentrate all her love and affection in these tender strokes.

But when she thought about whether Flora saw her as a daughter, Jane felt a surge of disgust.

She was the only girl in the Yoris family, Arnold's beloved daughter, whom all the elders of the Yoris

family adored and cherished like a princess. She couldn't believe she possibly had been the daughter

of someone like Flora.

She was convinced that it was because Flora found Cora utterly disgusting that she projected all her

dreams for a daughter onto her.

But even so, Jane wouldn't allow someone as repulsive as Flora to touch her belongings, so she

quickly stepped forward and snatched the photo from Flora's hand!


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