Stanley was so generous that George paused for a moment before replying, \u201cMr. Hawk, just give whatever you think is appropriate.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley raised an eyebrow. \u201cHow about a million?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A million?\u00a0<\/p>\n
George\u2019s eyes lit up. He hadn\u2019t expected Stanley to casually offer that much.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat will be enough.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley took out a check and handed it to George..\u00a0<\/p>\n
George quickly counted the zeros. It really was a million! \u201cThank you, Mr. Hawk. I\u2019ll be on my way now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With the check in hand, George walked off, clearly pleased.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley returned to the bedroom, where Wendy was already waiting for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy glanced at him and asked, \u201cWhat did George talk to you about?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley casually undid a button on his black shirt, revealing his well\u2013defined collarbone, and smirked. \u201cWhat do you think he could have said?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy furrowed her brow. \u201cI\u2019m asking seriously. I\u2019m not joking.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley placed his expensive steel watch on the dresser. Noticing her tense, serious expression, he raised an eyebrow. \u201cHe didn\u2019t say much. Just asked me for money.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s face shifted. \u201cDid you give him any?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOne million.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy was speechless. \u201cWhy did you give him money? And why one million?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley approached her. \u201cWendy, what\u2019s with you tonight? That\u2019s your foster father. What\u2019s wrong with giving him a million?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy stared at him, his aristocratic appearance exuding elegance and generosity. Stanley had always been generous, never stingy with her. A million was nothing to him, more like a small charity.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her clear eyes fixed on his handsome face. \u201cIf you give him a million today, he\u2019ll ask for two million tomorrow. You\u2019re just feeding his greed. I\u2019m going to get that money back for you right now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She turned to leave, but Stanley grabbed her delicate arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, what\u2019s going on with you?\u201d He lowered his voice, asking, \u201cWhy did your foster father go to prison? Ten years. That\u2019s a serious sentence.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was asking her about her foster father\u2019s crime.\u00a0<\/p>\n
* His gaze was gentle, not betraying any contempt for her despite George\u2019s visit. Raised in a high\u2013status family and\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 75\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
well\u2013educated, Stanley had the poise of someone accustomed to refinement. He had always been a good man, and Glinda was the same\u2013accepting her background, offering warmth. This was probably what a true aristocratic family looked like.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When George threw the question at her today, Wendy hadn\u2019t answered\u2014not because she felt ashamed, but because there was no need to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy looked at Stanley. \u201cThat\u2019s personal. It has nothing to do with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley gave her a knowing smile, one that was full of meaning. He pulled her toward him, chuckling as he rebuked her, \u201cWendy, you\u2019d better know your place.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy said slowly, \u201cStanley, don\u2019t get involved if you don\u2019t plan to bear responsibility. Don\u2019t give others hope. That way, they won\u2019t be disappointed.\u201c.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She withdrew her arm from his grip and turned to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was a good man, but ultimately, he wasn\u2019t hers. They would divorce soon, and he would be Jessica\u2019s man. No matter how much she might want to rely on him, it would never happen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Years ago, he had promised to take her away from that cave, but he would never know how long she had waited for him there\u2013day after day. He never showed up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead, she was left with that brute, George.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He never came for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At a luxurious nightclub VIP room, George lounged on the sofa, slapping the check for a million dollars onto the coffee table. With his legs stretched out, he smirked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBring all your beautiful girls over here. See? I\u2019ve got money!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.<\/p>\n
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