“President Scott is the publicly recognized dream man of all the women in Montreal. I, Isabella, am the first to oppose this marriage.”
As the chatter around us grew louder, I stood there feeling slightly dumbfounded.
When had I ever said I wanted to marry him?
Even taking ten thousand steps back, even if I did want to marry him, it would still need to be approved by my superiors first.
“Fine, fine, fine, you say I’m a vase, and you’re the rich young master. Happy now?”
“Since Mr. Scott doesn’t fancy me, can I have the wedding gift money back?”
“My mom specifically told me over the phone that if this marriage fell through, I had to remember to collect the money.”
In truth, my mom had never said anything of the sort. I simply couldn’t stand him anymore.
As soon as I finished, Secretary Ross jumped in, her voice shrill.
“You little bitch, who the hell do you think you’re looking down on?”
“President Scott is the youngest billionaire in Montreal’s history. Do you really think he’d care about your petty change?”
Watching this scene, I finally understood the true meaning of the word bootlicker.
“Secretary Ross, I’m only asking to take back what belongs to me. What does that have to do with whether he’s the richest or not?”
Winston’s face turned red at my words.
“It’s just eighty thousand dollars. Fine, I’ll give it back to you.”
He pulled out his phone on the spot and transferred the money over.
“I’m sending you a hundred thousand. The extra is a little travel money from me.”
I curled my lips into a faint smile. “Well, thank you very much, Mr. Scott.”
Just as I turned around, Cherry suddenly shouted at me. “You little bitch, stop right there!”
I paused and slowly turned my head back.
“What now? Secretary Ross, are you trying to invite me to dinner?”
Cherry flashed a sinister grin and leaned in to whisper something in Winston’s ear.
The next second, this so-called youngest billionaire in Montreal flew into a rage.
“Cynthia! You actually dared to crash my car?”
From Cherry’s expression, I could easily guess she must have filled his head with all sorts of nasty things about me.
Using someone else to do your dirty work is a masterclass move.
Judging by Winston’s attitude toward me now, I knew perfectly well that any explanation would be pointless. So I couldn’t be bothered to waste my breath.
“Say it, how much do you want? I’ll pay.”
Winston clearly hadn’t expected me to admit it so directly, and for a moment, surprise flickered in his eyes.
“Pay? You think you can afford it?”
“This Ferrari was a gift from my father on my eighteenth birthday, a coming-of-age present. There are only three in the world and only one in this country.”
“Just one scratch on it is worth your life. What exactly do you think you’ll pay with?”
I raised an eyebrow slightly, the corners of my lips curling into a faint smile.
“Mr. Scott, just name your price. Whether I can afford it or not is my business.”
“Ten million!”
The moment I finished speaking, Cherry jumped in first, her voice shrill.
“The entire front of the car is dented. There’s no way it can be repaired in the US. It has to be shipped back to the original factory in Italy.”
Upon hearing that, the onlookers all gasped in unison.
Even Winston looked somewhat surprised.
“Cherry, this car only cost a little over ten million when it was purchased. Just repairing the bumper couldn’t possibly cost that much, could it?”
Cherry immediately waved her hand dismissively.
“No, no, President, you’re thinking far too simply.”
“This car was your father’s birthday gift to you. The sentimental value alone is immeasurable. I don’t need to explain that, do I?”
“Asking her for ten million is already us showing mercy.”
After hearing her words, Winston seemed to think it over and lowered his head, deep in thought.
