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Shaun’s wife’s car plunged off a bridge into the river, and her body wasn’t found until now.
After the car wreck, many police officers and rescue workers came to the site, but Shaun still didn’t think it was enough. It was cold winter, yet he took off his suit jacket, jumped into the river, and searched for her in there for a day and a night.
He refused to come ashore until he was exhausted and fell unconscious.
After he came around, he yanked out the IV tube and wanted to rush to the river, his eyes bloodshot.
His father had the bodyguards pin him down.
The reporters were all outside the hospital room door, eager to catch a glimpse.
Shaun, who had always been proud and aloof, struggled and wailed in front of the cameras like a trapped animal in despair.
“I have to go save her! She’s timid, and the water is so cold. Let me go! Let go!”
The doctor had to sedate him. Later on, his family kept him under strict watch, and for the following six months, no one ever saw him again.
When he showed up in public again, he was already like a completely different person.
He had been a vigorous, high–spirited, and charming playa.
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Now, he was cold and serious, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
Everyone agreed he had become much more mature, and the melancholy in his eyes was deadly captivating.
A moment ago, Shaun sent me another long voice message–his low, smooth tone even more intoxicating.
“Rest assured. I’m not a liar.
“How did you get those? Do you have anything pictures of them?”
Cise? Can you take
To put my mind at ease, he even confirmed receipt right away.
Immediately, I saw 300,000 dollars added to my account balance on LetGo.
I counted the zeroes several times and couldn’t help but jump up on the spol.
Arnold was putting on his shoes by the door. Seeing this, he arched an eyebrow in surprise.
“You sold them? Seems you’re over the moon.”
He smiled happily, which softened his usually sharp eyes. A gentle breeze blew, and a few strands of hair swayed.
My affection for him as well as great happiness filled my heart.
“Arnold, I’m going to be rich. Listen! Did you hear me? We’re going to be rich!”
I rushed over and threw myself into his embrace.
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He grunted, stumbled back against the cabinet, and reached out naturally to hold up my thigh.
I clung to him as if I were a koala and lifted my head to kiss his chin.
“Amold…”
“Mona…”
His whisper, almost like a sigh, reached my ear as he lowered his head to kiss my earlobe, trying hard to suppress his desire.
“I’ve got several surgeries waiting for me. Don’t make me late, OK?”
Noticing the change in his certain body part, I scrambled off him, blushing.
“Go on then. I’ll tell you after you come back.”
“Good girl. I’m going to be home late today; I promise I’ll be back with snacks.”
He stroked my head and went out hurriedly with his bag.
Meanwhile, my phone kept buzzing; Shaun had sent me several voice messages, urging me.
Judging from his reaction, I assumed that I shared the same name with his late wife, and even our handwriting was pretty similar.
What did that mean?
Just like I said–I’d be rich, super rich!
I jumped up, rushed back into the room, and took out all the notebooks I had ever written in..
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“This page is filled with copied song lyrics. Will this do?”
“Yeah. What’s your number? I’ll friend you on WhatsApp.”
I accepted his friend request, and he transferred me 80,000 dollars for the notebook with copied song lyrics.
He paid me 150,000 dollars for my notes in college.
Then he transferred me 100,000 dollars for my handwritten recipes.
And for my reading extract notes? He paid me 130,000 dollars for them.
The notebooks on my desk piled up as I ran around frantically.
If anyone walked in, they’d think I was crazy.
I was seriously going crazy.
Within just an hour, I earned over a million dollars!
Money was indeed nothing in Shaun’s eyes.
And unlike the rumors, he wasn’t exactly bright.
The only things his late wife and I had in common were our names and handwriting.
I even sold him my high school yearbook, which clearly stated my school and class. Obviously, I wasn’t his late wife.
But he didn’t care at all.
As he saw my handwriting, he was so happy. Did it remind him of her? Would this make him feel better?
