Justin Battleson took out a card from his pocket, handed it to Evelyn Curtis, his voice cool and detached.
"There’s five billion in here, to buy out our relationship. The resources I’ve given you over the years, the effort and money I’ve spent on you, is enough to make up for that absurd night."
Evelyn Curtis stared blankly at the card offered by Justin Battleson.
His fingers were slender and good-looking, but the card they held was seemingly a mockery.
"I..." Evelyn Curtis wavered a little after hearing the large sum of money Justin ntioned.
But then she thought if this five billion severs her connection with Justin afterward, how in the world could she continue to mingle in the entertainnt industry and high society relying on her identity as Justin Battleson’s girlfriend?
No matter how appealing the five billion was, it could not compare to the significance of being Mrs. Battleson.
After much consideration, Evelyn Curtis hesitated and looked at the card brought over by Justin Battleson.
However, half a second later, she opened her mouth with a heartbroken voice, "Justin, is that what you think of ?"
Upon hearing her words, Justin Battleson frowned inexplicably.
He lowered his head and saw Evelyn Curtis crying pitifully like a pear blossom battered by the rain.
For so reason, he felt extrely agitated, wanting to sever all ties with Evelyn Curtis imdiately.
"It doesn’t matter what I think of you. Take this money and never co looking for again."
Impatiently, Justin Battleson tossed the card into Evelyn Curtis’s arms and was about to get out of the car.
He ca by today partly to make things clear with Evelyn Curtis and partly to visit a client nearby.
"Justin."
Seeing Justin Battleson get out of the car, Evelyn Curtis swiftly opened the car door, calling his na in a pitiful voice.
Justin Battleson stopped in his tracks and turned around impatiently to look at Evelyn Curtis.
He held back Michael Richard, who was about to step forward, his words carrying a hint of threat.
"Evelyn Curtis, I have made myself clear. If you want to keep pestering , I won’t hesitate to take back the five billion."
Evelyn Curtis halted her approach, staring at Justin Battleson with red, tearful eyes, feeling utterly wronged.
"Justin, you know I’m with you not because of money. I love you, Justin. I’m not a money-grubbing woman. Can’t I stay by your side, Justin?"
Evelyn Curtis spoke plaintively, crying like a pear blossom battered by the rain.
She was always good at acting, well aware tears were the most useful weapon, so she intentionally portrayed herself as particularly weak in front of Justin Battleson.
But Justin Battleson was not moved by her act.
Justin Battleson’s brows furrowed, his expression abruptly turning icy cold.
His tight jaw exuded chilliness; his eyes filled with disgust as he looked at the playacting Evelyn Curtis before him.
He said coldly, "If the money is not enough, I’ll have Michael Richard give you another five billion."
Before she could respond, Justin Battleson strode away.
Evelyn Curtis helplessly watched Justin Battleson’s receding figure, a surge of anger and jealousy welling up in her heart.
She had humbled herself to such an extent for this man, only to be cast aside so rcilessly by him now.
A fiery rage burned in Evelyn Curtis’s heart, but for now, all she could do was quench it with her tears.
She stood still for a while, paused to look around, and quickly spotted a paparazzi.
Evelyn initially wanted to leave, but upon noticing the paparazzi, she imdiately put on an aggrieved and helpless expression.
She deliberately cried for a while longer, making her appear even more pitiful.
As expected, within less than half an hour, a new hot topic was revealed.
However, Justin Battleson, also involved in the hot topic, was unaware of it as he was currently visiting a client at Rose Manor.
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