77: Chapter 77: I’m Fine 77: Chapter 77: I’m Fine Thomas Sullivan went to Green Auspice Villa, seized by a sudden impulse.
Chloe Sullivan, hearing Thomas Sullivan had co to visit, looked down at her belly, wearing a loose dress today.
“Thomas, what brought you here all of a sudden?
Quite a surprise,” Chloe said with a curved smile in her eyes.
Seeing her rosy complexion, Thomas also felt relieved.
“I thought you might be sad and haggard, so I ca to see you specially.”
“What?” she asked, puzzled.
“Mr.
Thompson and Julia Land,” Thomas stated bluntly.
Chloe pressed her lips together, lowering her gaze, “Thomas, I’m doing well.”
She did not elaborate further.
Thomas stood up, looked at her, and said, “You can call if you need anything.”
Chloe saw Thomas off, watching his car drive away, then turned and went back inside.
Her hand on her stomach.
She pondered over sothing in her heart.
*
At the Langston Family, tonight’s dinner was unusually lavish.
“Husband, Julia will transfer the money to the bank tomorrow.”
Grace Land, using the serving chopsticks, tenderly served Cory Langston his favorite dish.
“These past days, you’ve really had it tough outside.”
Cory had always admired Grace’s gentle and caring nature.
He smiled, “You’ve had it tough too.
Let’s invite Julia over for dinner soti soon.
After all, we’re family.”
Stella also served Grace so food, “Mom, I was childish before.
I thought my sister would take you away from , but this ti, I will apologize to her.”
Victor looked at his mother and sister; he wasn’t as optimistic as they were.
He hadn’t interacted much with Julia, but he knew enough about her personality to know she wasn’t the type to easily co for a family dinner at the Langston’s.
But it was all just talk; whether Julia would co wasn’t really important.
*
anwhile, at Noble Grid Hotel.
Julia Land was patrolling the suite while Jas Thompson was on the phone, walking at a granny’s pace with her hands behind her back.
There was a kitchen, which seed unused as she walked in.
There were three bedrooms; she opened each door, looked around, then closed them.
On the living room sofa, Jas Thompson spoke in a foreign language.
To Julia, it just sounded like gibberish.
Thankfully, his voice was pleasant to hear.
After inspecting the suite, with Jas still on the phone, she walked over and sat beside him.
She rested her chin on her hand, gazing at his profile.
His handso features were indeed captivating.
She reached out her hand and playfully pinched his ear.
Jas cast a glance at Julia, letting her continue without interruption as he kept talking to the person on the other end.
Julia’s hand had left his ear, her fingers tapping playfully on his chest.
Jas lifted an arm, pulling her into an embrace.
Her nose caught the pleasant scent of pine on him.
In his arms, her hands were a bit unreserved today.
“Little Julia.”
The man stopped his phone conversation, his deep voice warning Julia.
Julia casually ignored his caution.
Today, after receiving a ssage from Grace and getting off Thomas’s car at the intersection, she had specifically co to the Noble Grid Hotel to wait for Jas to finish work.
She didn’t know what might happen tomorrow.
Mrs.
Land hadn’t seen her transfer the money and would probably be very upset.
Jas’s large hand pressed down on Julia’s wandering hand which was teasing his nerves.
His voice on the phone turned a bit colder, and the person on the other end spoke apprehensively.
Jas covered the phone, moved it away, and whispered close to Julia, “Sit properly.”
Julia’s eyes and smile carried a flirty charm; she nodded.
When the man finally hung up, Julia wasn’t sure.
“What happened today?”
Jas’s chin rested on her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Because Mr.
Thompson was too handso on the phone,” Julia squinted her eyes, not telling the truth, “I feel like taking a shower.”
Jas pinched her chin, turning her head to face him, his eyes locking onto her face.
Julia rolled her eyes at him, “A shower—you’re overthinking it.
Be careful, or you’ll age quickly.”
Jas could not read anything from her face.
The two of them went to take a shower together, and it was still quite early after they finished.
They snuggled on the sofa watching a movie.
Mainly, Julia was watching, while Jas kept her company.
“This ghost movie is so scary.”
She pretended to be frightened with an expressionless face, then grasped Jas’s bathrobe tightly, her slender fingers clutching the fabric.
She continued with her affected tone, “Ah, the ghost is crawling out; it’s horrifying.”
Jas’s mouth twitched slightly; he instantly knew she was pretending.
Who could explain to him the charm of watching a ghost movie on the sofa in the middle of the night?
His lips faintly curled up, a gentle look flashing in his eyes.
He held Julia closer, nonchalantly saying, “Don’t be scared; it’s fake.”
**
The next day, the weather forecast declared it a bright sunny day.
Cory Langston waited at ho for any news notification.
He waited until 5 p.m., and with the banks closed, there was still no notification of a deposit in his account.
He called Grace Land.
“There’s no money received today; can you call Julia and ask what’s happening?”
Grace was currently at a SPA, and upon receiving her husband’s call, she gestured for the massage therapist to step out, “Not received yet?
I’ll call her.”
When Julia’s phone vibrated, she glanced at the display and coldly disconnected the call.
Grace frowned and tried calling again.
After being disconnected three tis in a row, she decided to send a ssage instead.
Grace, [Are you busy?
Why haven’t you made the transfer yet?]
Julia leisurely replied, [I don’t respond well to threats.]
Seeing this ssage, Grace’s expression hardened, [Just make sure you don’t regret it.]
She was rely pushing her to transfer seven billion.
Thinking of the Langston Family, her younger daughter, her son, and the prospect of her lavish future life possibly slipping away, Grace hardened her resolve and located the number of the stranger who had contacted her previously.
Grace planned to sell photos to them.
With Julia causing such a fuss, Grace no longer felt like continuing her SPA.
The stranger swiftly responded to Grace’s ssage, offering twenty million for a single photo.
Twenty million was far from seven billion.
The stranger asked if she wanted to sell.
Grace bit her lip, [Okay, twenty million per photo.]
Money handed over upon delivery of goods.
The stranger sent her an address, [Go here, there’s a small mailbox by the door, put the photo inside and there will be a bank card in the mailbox, the PIN is six zeros.]
Grace changed her clothes, left the SPA, and her bag conveniently had a photo of Julia at age ten.
She instructed her driver to drive to the address given by the stranger.
Grace hesitated for a mont, got out of the car, opened her bag, and placed the photo inside the small mailbox.
She took the bank card from the small mailbox.
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