"Julian, I... I ntioned before, they’re constantly hounding about that debt now. I truly don’t know what to do."
She frantically clutched his hand, her eyes bearing a glimr of hope.
Julian Sterling’s face brimd with mockery as he swiftly pried her hand away.
"You expect to repay that eight hundred million for you? Yvette Jacobs, why should I pay your debts? Do you even grasp how much eight hundred million is? Most people in Serenford can’t earn that in a lifeti. And now you expect to casually hand over such a sum to soone who’s irrelevant to ? Do you think I’m running a charity here?"
Yvette Jacobs’ face turned even paler as she tightly gripped his hand.
"Julian, I know I was wrong in the past, but I..."
"As long as you understand, now get out. I don’t want to see any part of you."
Yvette’s hand paused, tears began to fall.
"I’m not leaving! If they find , my life will be ruined! I’ll repay you slowly, Julian, just help one last ti, please?"
Yvette cried out, nearly collapsing to her knees.
Julian looked up, suddenly realizing he must have been blind to ever like such a woman!
"Pay back? Oh sure, should we tally up your stay in Serenford? I gave you buildings, jewelry worth tens of millions. Pay back those first, then I might consider trusting you."
His words felt like a scorching slap across her face, hitting Yvette hard.
Yvette’s body turned weak; if Julian demanded those back, she’d suffer a hefty loss in the millions.
Clearly, it wasn’t worth it, which made her panic further, hurriedly leaving.
Julian watched her frantic figure depart, feeling irony—and he laughed. But the laughter ended with nothing but desolation.
That’s the person he once treasured, only now did he truly see her true face.
Those wasted years suddenly felt like a joke.
Julian downed another bottle, feeling increasingly irritable.
He took off his jacket; after five bottles, he was just slightly tipsy as he left.
"Best Actor Sterling?"
A woman’s voice rang out, surprised.
Julian frowned, looking up to see her. Recently, headlines buzzed with rumors about them. But though she always hinted at intimacy, he wasn’t interested—often just using her.
He suddenly realized he was getting worse.
"Best Actor Sterling, are you drunk? Let take you ho."
Her eyes sparkled brightly. Julian looked at her, his mind blurring.
Gloria Galloway had the sa sparkle when they first t, but now it’s overshadowed by a deathly dullness, hidden to him.
"Scram."
He grumbled, displeased, entering a nearby car.
The woman stood in place, clenched fists, eyes reddening.
She worked hard, climbing from a small celebrity to where she was now. Why can’t he see her?
She bowed her head, full of unwillingness—the Best Actor Sterling probably doesn’t love his wife, nor does his wife love him. That’s why he drinks away. She needed to seize the chance, quickly attach herself to him.
Climbing the ranks if possible, he was her life’s goal!
Julian’s mind was on Gloria Galloway; however, Gloria was in a coma, only waking slowly after two hours.
"How do you feel?"
It was the familiar doctor standing before her. She looked at the stark white ceiling, her lips twitching.
"Not dead."
The doctor shot her a look.
The doctor was a middle-aged woman, aware the young girl didn’t cherish her body much, unsure what to say, just advising.
"Miss Galloway, stay the night here. Start chemotherapy tomorrow, as your comas are increasing. At this rate, you may not last three months—and seeing you neglect yourself hurts my heart. My daughter also died from leukemia; we couldn’t afford surgery so she jumped to her death. I still rember it. You have money, a chance to live—why squander it?"
Gloria heard the doctor speak of these matters for the first ti.
No wonder the doctor cared so much—she felt guilty, but sighed as she thought of sothing.
"I’m fine, don’t worry. Maybe for , death is an escape, I know what I’m doing."
The doctor saw persuasion was futile, said little more, gave so ticulous advice, then left.
Gloria stared at the ceiling, suddenly recalling a ssage she sent Julian. Checking, she saw no reply, only missed calls from him.
She slightly smiled, sent another text.
—Tonight was wild, I won’t make it ho, you take care.
In truth, she wished to return, to hold him and sleep—yet could do nothing now.
Julian received the ssage upon arriving ho.
He wandered the streets only to inexplicably drive back here.
Yet stepping out, he hadn’t got Gloria’s ssage soon, as he’d smashed his phone earlier, just now went and bought a new one.
Sitting on the couch, he inserted the sim card.
As his phone booted up, Gloria’s ssage instantly arrived.
His heart jolted harshly, only to read her words.
His risen heart suddenly plunged to the depths.
Not even returning ho now.
He agitatedly typed three words.
—Suit yourself, to it doesn’t matter if you co ho or not.
Gloria saw the ssage, her eyes flashed, leaving it unread, quietly tucking her phone under the pillow.
She needed rest, an early rise to et Eleanor Hollis and Samantha Sullivan, never revealing anything.
Eleanor was still unaware; early next day, she sent the dining address to the pair, heading over to wait.
Samantha was the second to arrive, noticeably pregnant, though concealed by thick clothes.
Gloria arrived last, with a polished look, no trace of paleness, her deanor unchanged.
Eleanor eased, glad her friends seed fine. Hugo Quinn likely spoke out of wanting her more out and about.
Fully assured, she took the nu, ordering their favorites.
"Samantha, have you decided on the baby’s na yet? I want to be the godmother."
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