"Some internal project. I don't really understand the details." I shook my head. "He said you need a large principal to get in."
"How much?"
"At least five hundred thousand to start."
A greedy light flashed in his eyes. He started pacing the room, obviously calculating.
I kept adding fuel: "He said the return rate is really high. It can double in a month."
"Double?" Derek swallowed.
"Yeah, but spots are limited." I sighed. "Too bad we don't have that kind of money."
He fell silent.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "That insurance policy—where'd you put it?"
I pretended not to catch his meaning. "In the drawer. Why?"
"Let me see."
He dug out the policy impatiently, scanning until he found the beneficiary section. Seeing his own name, the corner of his mouth lifted.
"Lexi." He turned around, his gaze complicated. "You're so good to me."
"You're my husband." I smiled sweetly. "As long as you're doing well, I'm willing to do anything."
Derek hugged me and murmured against my ear. "Lexi, you know... if—I mean if—something really happened to you..."
"Yeah?"
"This money, I'll use it well." His voice trembled slightly. "I'll invest it, make big money, and then..."
He didn't finish the sentence.
But I knew.