Malcolm gave her butt a hard squeeze. “He only agreed to a vasectomy, not to cutting off his manhood, right?”
“No need for his consent. The vasectomy is just a trick to get him to the hospital. As long as he lies down on the operating table, I’ll immediately turn him into a castrated man.”
Malcolm, excited, pressed her down onto the prayer cushion again.
“Baby, go get that place fixed up a bit. Let me experience your first time. You know that’s my biggest regret.”
“Okay!”
Even the God statue seemed to widen its eyes.
The Westbrook Family was destined to go bankrupt.
On the Moreau Family’s side, they sent me the dowry list: countless properties all around the world, the head position of the Moreau Family, the chairman position of the Moreau Corporation and even fifty percent of the Moreau Financial Group’s shares. No need to calculate; it was easily worth over a hundred billion.
I didn’t say much and simply replied: [Okay!]
Though I wasn’t short on money, their sincerity deserved respect. As a man, I couldn’t lose face either.
I also needed to prepare a generous betrothal gift for my bride.
At the auction, I unexpectedly ran into Talia, who rarely left home.
She was holding Malcolm’s hand. When she saw me, she paused for just a second, then said coldly, “I’m here to prepare the wedding jewelry. Why are you here too?”
I said softly, “Same here.”
I saw the sarcasm and disgust in her eyes.
“Everett, I already told you the groom has been changed to Malcolm. Why are you still deluding yourself?”
“Even if you gave me the most expensive jewelry in the world, I still wouldn’t marry you. Stop dreaming.”
Her girlfriends were seated beside her, all laughing at me.
“Oh, Talia, finally found your first love, huh? Look at how satisfied you look, you must’ve been well taken care of last night.”
“What about those tall, handsome guys in your prayer hall? Did they serve you together with Malcolm?”
Talia gave them a cold glare. “Don’t talk nonsense. From now on, the only one besides me is Malcolm.”
“By the way, since you’re all here, let me tell you, the groom for the wedding in half a month is Malcolm.”
Everyone looked at me with sympathy, but I only looked at a tender photo on my phone, trembling strangely inside.
It felt like I had seen her a very, very long time ago.
The auction began. The first item was a string of consecrated prayer beads.
I recognized them; they had been given to me by my wife in a past life.
Through seven lifetimes of reincarnation, I remembered many things, but never the face of each lifetime’s wife.
This lifetime, the moment I first saw Talia’s elegant appearance, I thought she must be the one.
So I pursued her, protected her, never expecting that behind her graceful appearance was such shameless desire inside.
I had heard Celeste Moreau had been sickly since childhood and even at twenty, she rarely left home. This would suit her well, at least it might bring her good health.
I hadn’t expected Malcolm to want it too. He leaned toward Talia and whispered something and she nodded.
“One million.”
I laughed. He thought he could get such a good item with just one million?
I raised my paddle directly. “Ten million!”
Malcolm turned around and glared at me; he couldn’t afford ten million.
But Talia was different. She immediately said, “Twenty million.”
I didn’t want to play this game with them. I said directly, “
Unlimited Bidding!”
Everyone turned to look at me. Malcolm was furious, grabbing Talia’s hand.
“Baby, he did it on purpose. He’s deliberately snatching things from me, deliberately trying to humiliate me.”
Talia bit her red lips.
“Everett, what do you mean by this? You’re just a servant of the Westbrook Family. How much money do you have to compete with me?”
I said calmly, “You’re welcome to try. I will ‘
Unlimited Bidding’ on every item today!”
Talia didn’t believe me, but half an hour later, she lost her mind.
“Everett, where did you get so much money? Billions, did you embezzle funds from the Westbrook Family?”
“You’re free to investigate.”
Talia stomped her foot hard, then suddenly laughed.
“Everett, I know you're doing this to please me. You're trying to win me back with all this stuff. But I don’t want it. Other than Malcolm, I can give up everything.”
I looked her in the eye. “You mean you can give up all the Westbrook Family’s assets too?”
“Yes, I only want Malcolm. Even if the Westbrook Family goes bankrupt, I don’t care.”
She didn’t care, but Malcolm panicked. He wanted money.
