Chapter 9 Please Give Me Back My Husband
- Indeed, Emily had that thought in mind.
- Of course, only if she managed to figure out if the money belonged to Zeke.
- “Zeke Williams, it was I who stayed by your side when you were at your lowest!” Emily's voice quavered. “You're going to dump me now that you're rich? Not a chance!”
- Zeke sighed. “Then do you want to get back together with me?”
- “Yes, I do!” Emily was overjoyed. “With this five million, you're worthy of me!”
- “Great, let's go register our marriage now,” Zeke said. “Right, did you bring any cash with you? I've got no money with me now. I think it cost about ten bucks to get the certificate.”
- “What do you mean?” Emily was taken aback. “Isn't there five million here?”
- “This money isn’t mine. In fact, I'm so poor I haven't eaten breakfast yet,” Zeke said.
- “The money isn’t yours? You're too poor to afford breakfast?” Emily echoed in astonishment.
- “F**k! You're still the same broke ass. Well, what did I say? How can you get five million when you can't even afford to pay us another three hundred thousand? You want to marry me, even if you're broke? You wish!”
- Zeke shook his head slightly. Why didn't I realize Emily was such a snob before?
- “The money isn’t yours? Then where did you get this five million?” Lacey asked curiously.
- Zeke appeared mysterious. “Have you forgotten my identity?”
- “Aren't you a salesperson at our mill? What has it got to do with five million?”
- Pfft!
- Emily laughed. “How shameless of you, a shitty salesperson at a small mill, to ask me to marry you. What a joke!”
- Upon knowing Zeke was inferior to her, Emily felt a little relieved.
- “This is an order I reeled in for our mill today,” Zeke said, handing Lacey a contract.
- “This five million is an advance payment.”
- What?
- Lacey accepted the contract in a fluster.
- Just how big is this order to give us an advance payment of five million?
- After reading through the contract, Lacey cried tears of joy.
- “The steel mill is saved, Mom. The steel mill is saved. We don't have to go bankrupt.”
- “No way!” Emily ran up frantically, snatching the contract.
- After reading it, her eyes turned red.
- One hundred million. Zeke actually snatched a one hundred million deal from the Schneider family, the richest family in Oakheart City!
- For a one hundred million deal, the net profit is at least ten million. That's ten million!
- Zeke is a multi-millionaire!
- Emily was demoralized after being hit with multiple blows.
- “Zeke Williams,” she shouted. “You... you just tricked me!”
- Zeke shrugged. “I didn't trick you. I'm just a small salesperson. This order is Lacey's, and it has nothing to do with me.”
- “I don't care,” Emily shrieked hysterically. “Let's get married, Zeke. Let's register our marriage now. Give me this order. I can even take you to attend the Great Marshal's Grand Comeback Ceremony.”
- If this order was given to her, she could earn ten million in commission.
- Although she had the Great Marshal's invitation card in her hands, it could only bring her insubstantial power and not a solid ten million.
- Zeke ignored her and walked toward Lacey. “Lacey, stop crying. The Schneider family's order is very urgent, so hurry up and get started.”
- Lacey quickly wiped off her tears. “Yes, let's get started. Let's get to work.”
- With that said, Lacey prompted her employees to start work, but Emily wouldn't let them go.
- “Lacey, please. I beg you,” Emily pleaded, rushing up to them. “Return Zeke to me, will you?”
- “Zeke, the invitation card will give us power and status, and in addition to your order as the start-up capital, we can establish a big company. We're a match made in heaven. Please give me a chance and give yourself a chance!”
- Zeke looked at Lacey slyly. “You wouldn't possibly sell me out for this plastic sisterhood, would you?”
- Lacey smiled through her tears. “Excuse you! I haven't even agreed to marry you.”
- “You don't have to beg me, Emily. If Zeke wants to go back to you, he can go back anytime.”
- Emily glanced at Zeke.
- “I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. There's nothing I can do about it.” Zeke shrugged, looking up at the sky.
- Emily flushed a slow, beet red, recalling her mockeries just now.
- Now that there was no hope for reconciliation, she could only settle for the next best thing.
- “Lacey, you must provide my company with supplies this time, please,” she cried, begging.
- “Otherwise, the Hamilton family won't spare my life! You don't want to see me get killed by the Hamilton family, do you?”
- Lacey's heart softened. She sighed and nodded.
- “Thank you so much.” Emily forced a smile and ran off. She was afraid Lacey would go back on her words.
- “Will you blame me for helping her?” Lacey regarded Zeke cautiously.
- Zeke shook his head. “Do you know what is it that I like about you?”
- “What?” Lacey asked shyly.
- “Your kindness,” Zeke replied.
- Lacey stomped her feet in aggravation. “Are you insinuating that I'm ugly?”
- Zeke was at a loss for words.
- A woman's heart is as fickle as April's weather.
- Lacey angrily ignored Zeke and turned to her workers.
- “Boys, let's get to work. I will double your salary from today onward.”
- The workers' spirits brightened as they hurriedly got into their positions.
- “Thank you, Mr. Williams.”
- “Thank you, Mrs. Williams.”
- Zeke happily threw a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes to an employee just because he yelled 'Mrs. Williams.'
- “Pfft!” Lacey blushed.
- Zeke's face scrunched up as he looked at the ten strong men whom Emily had brought.
- “Are you guys done yet? No? It seems that you guys want me to do it myself, huh?”
- Suddenly, one of them walked out from the crowd and knelt on the ground with a thump, slapping himself in tears and snots.
- “I was wrong. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have done that. Please spare my life, Sir.”
- Zeke sneered, “Trying to gain sympathy, eh? No deal! Leave a pair of hands and feet behind.”
- Hannah, who had been clinging to the briefcase, regained her composure, shouting, “No, no, no. Don't! Just let him slap himself a hundred times. Don't take his limbs.”
- Hannah was just an ordinary homemaker. How could she bear to see that gory sight?
- “Well, aren't you going to thank my mother-in-law?” Zeke sneered.
- That bulky man prostrated himself to the ground, thanking her.
- “Although I still don't agree to this marriage, thank you for saving Lacey's steel mill,” Hannah said to Zeke with mixed emotions.
- “I just did what I had to do,” Zeke stated.
- After a moment of hesitation, Hannah spoke, “Emily's status will definitely rise after she attends the Grand Comeback Ceremony. In addition to the Hamilton family's threats, you guys will have a rough journey ahead, so be careful.”
- Zeke nodded, a trace of bliss gleaming in his eyes.
- The underlying meaning of Hannah's words was that she would stop interfering in this marriage and allow nature to take its course. Hence, she was reminding him to be careful.
- “I'll deposit the money in the bank for you first, in case you need it,” Hannah said, tapping the briefcase.
- Suddenly remembering something, Zeke hurriedly took out a purple bank card from his pocket.
- “This is a gift from me. Kindly accept it. Take this card to deposit and withdraw money. You can enjoy VVIP treatment without having to queue up. The password is Lacey's birthday.”
- This purple bank card, called the Bauhinia Royal Card, was limited to ninety-nine copies worldwide.
- Only royalty and elite families were worthy of its possession, and they could spend one hundred million overdrafts.
- Lacey gave that card a once-over, her eyes sparkling.
- The card seemed familiar, as if she had seen it on TV before.
- But she couldn't remember the details.
- Hannah didn't think too much of it and treated it as an ordinary VIP card. She picked up the card and left.
- As soon as she left, a row of black private cars stopped in front of the steel mill with a group of men in suits walking over.
- “Oh no,” Lacey gulped.