“One and a half million dollars is enough to save us years of hard work, enough to give you and the baby a better life.”
Hearing this, Starla began to waver. She and Samuel were both from rural backgrounds and that sum of money was life-changing.
That very day, Samuel and Starla went together to the civil affairs bureau.
Samuel was sweet-talking her in a soothing tone.
As he and Starla stepped out of the civil affairs bureau, I leaned against a Ferrari parked by the curb, watching them and calling out with a smile, “What a coincidence, you two!”
Samuel quickly stuffed his divorce application papers into his bag, a flash of panic crossing his face as he looked at me.
“Cass, what are you doing here?”
With a month left in the cooling-off period before the divorce could be finalized, he clearly felt guilty.
I lifted the document folder in my hand and pointed toward the nearby land bureau. “Demolition requires proof of assets, so I came over to get a property certificate.”
Samuel breathed a sigh of relief at that, just about to pat his chest in reassurance when my gaze sharpened. I looked at him and Starla, my tone turning cold.