Wynn stood up. Wearing a white blazer, heels, a presentable black lace blouse, and white slacks, she
walked out of the VP’s office.
“Mindy, I’m going out for a bit. Call me if you need me,” Wynn told her assistant, Mindy Scott.
“Sure thing, Wynn. Oh, do you want to take my car?” Mindy was always so cheerful and full of smiles.
She was adorable.
Full of youth and vigor, she was.
“Alright.” Wynn accepted Mindy’s car keys and headed to the carpark alone.
She wanted to go to the bank and check how much money was in the card Philip gave her.
More than anything else, she was simply curious.
On the other end, Philip was just leaving a mall with a princess doll about half his height.
Mila had insisted on it.
As soon as he walked out of the door, though, he had barely taken a few steps before a flashy pink
Porsche 911 swerved a beautiful 180 degrees and skidded to a halt right in front of Philip.
“F*ck!”
Philip resisted the urge to swear out loud. He walked around the car and tried to leave. This person
was rich, after all. He should not provoke them.
However, the window on the pink Porsche wound down, revealing a young girl with long purple hair.
She wore shades and had an eye-catching figure to go with it, looking just like one of those magical
girls from TV.
“Hey, get into the car.” The girl turned around and tilted her fair chin at Philip.
Her voice was sweet, cute, and very much chuuni.
Philip looked around suspiciously before pointing at himself and asking, “Are you talking to me?”
The girl with the purple hair just got out of the car impatiently. She wore a short black skirt, revealing
her long, slender, fair legs with calf-high boots. For her top, she wore a plain white T-shirt. Presently,
she grabbed the doll from Philip’s hands and stuffed it into the car, telling him coldly, “Get inside.”
Philip looked completely lost, but he got into the car helplessly.
The main reason was because he recognized this car. It was the one Tiger Zander drove last time.
Was this girl Theo’s daughter, Melody, then?
That seemed about right.
Was this sexual harassment? She did just drag a man into her car in broad daylight, after all.
The pink Porsche’s engine roared to life, and it sped away from the mall.
Philip had barely left when a woman in a long black dress and carrying a handbag walked out of the
mall’s main entrance. It was Yolanda Lee.
She was looking in the direction the Porsche had left, perplexed. Inwardly, she muttered to herself,
“That was Philip Clarke, right?”
What was happening here?
He actually got into that Porsche, and that young girl was…
Yolanda immediately figured it out. Either Philip had a mistress, or he had a sugar mommy!
The results of Joshua’s previous investigations were right on the money.
That Philip Clarke was truly despicable.
Looking at the video she had filmed on her phone, Yolanda’s lips curved into a mean, cold sneer.
‘You’re dead meat, Clarke!
‘If your wife Wynn finds out about this, you’ll be in for hell!
‘Take that, you sunuvab*tch!’
Just then, Yolanda’s phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, she frowned her pretty brow and
hesitated for a long time before she reluctantly accepted the call. A woman’s wails immediately blasted
from the speaker. “Yola! Where are you? Why aren’t you at home? Your dad went out gambling again,
and he lost several thousands, so they won’t let him leave! Hurry up and transfer me some money, or
else they’re gonna beat your dad to death.”
Yolanda’s entire body shook when she heard that nightmarish voice. She was frustrated, but she had to
reply exasperatedly, “Stop calling me, Mom. Just let them beat that useless gambling addict to death.
He’s not my dad!”
Smack!
Yolanda hung up, her heart falling into the pit of her stomach.
Her father was a hopeless gambling addict. Because of him, their family was completely broke, and
they even owed a debt of several hundred thousand.
After so many years, Yolanda finally had enough. She left home and came here all by herself.
It was all because she wanted to help clear her family’s and her father’s debts. That was why she
ended up the golddigger she was today.
She had never told anyone else about this because she was worried they would laugh at her.
Nevertheless, that vampire always seemed to find her somehow, demanding money from her.
If she refused to give him any money, he would simply beat her up!
All the beatings she had taken since childhood meant that she was inevitably terrified of him.
Depressed and helpless, Yolanda let a few tears roll down her cheeks. She sniffled.
It was not like she had any money to give them now.
The calls never stopped coming. After a while, she had no choice but to accept one and roar, “Fine!
Get off my back! I’ll give you the money now! But this is the last time, you hear me!”
After Yolanda hung up, she crouched down and put her face in her hands, breaking down in tears.
Money, money, money!
She thought it over for a long time before scrolling through her contacts and finding the number she
had labeled as ‘Filthy Rich Boss’. She edited the message over and over before she finally, hesitantly
hit send. “Sugar Daddy,” it read, “I’m desperate right now. Please lend me five thousand bucks, I’ll
return the money as soon as I get my salary next month!”
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