Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 174

“Ugh!” Joy rolled her eyes gratuitously at him. “You want to buy it? What right do your have?”

Curtis was in a foul mood, not much for small talk, and just spat out a number, “Ten grand?”

Joy’s firm resolve almost crumbled under the weight of the cash onslaught.

A starting bid of ten grand for a single photo? Did the guy have any numbers in his world that were less than five figures? Did he count from ten thousand when he was learning math as a kid?

What in the world did this jerk want with Anne’s photo?

Joy squared her shoulders, pride ringing out clear, “Not for sale!”

Curtis gave her a glance, his eyes cold and dismissive, “Twenty grand.”

Rich kids with silver spoons really did live in a different universe, huh? Their currency were galaxies away from us mere mortals.

units

“You think twenty grand can buy me? As if!” To show her resolve, she locked her phone. and pocketed it.

Selina clapped, eyes wide with admiration, “You’ve genuinely been Leanne’s ride or die all these years. She got it right about you!”

half-smile, upping the ante,

through clenched teeth, “No…”

“Birkin.”

bit down on the

any, but one with rare leather! Damn these rich

yowl of pain and then, fueled by rage,

you think you’re bribing here? Her spine’s tougher than diamond; you could put that bag right in front of

probably not used to dealing with such ‘petty’ transactions and unwilling to waste more time

purse for a photo, take it or leave it. You have three seconds to decide, or the deal’s

1/2

“Three-two-one…

phone, and asked, “When is it due? I’ll

face the

dragging her suitcase behind her.

moment he heard they were going to sell it to Jeremy, he

looking at the photo he had traded with a six-figure bag, he thought that not. everything could be measured in

rights. Delete the photo

was all too happy to

looking from one to the other, puzzled by their sudden peaceful coexistence, “What’s going on here?”