Chapter 80



"I'm all about the money. If you don't have it, even if you look like a god, it's useless," I said, letting the words hang in the air. Just then, Ernest looked over. It seemed he had overheard.

I didn't avoid his gaze. There was no future for us anyway, so it was better he heard it straight from me.

I wasn't oblivious. His casual touches and spraying cologne on me today were clear signs that he had feelings for me.

"You're so shallow," Deborah said angrily.

I didn't respond or look at Ernest.

Deborah's phone rang. She glanced at the number and said, "It's Ivan."

Ivan?!

"Yeah, I'm here, in the kiddie zone at the amusement park. Does Ivan need something?... Okay, come on over," Deborah said, then turned to me. "Ivan says he's looking for you."

Ivan looking for me? I hoped it wasn't about Conrad. I had just told him this morning to stop bothering me. Surely, he wouldn't send Ivan after me so

soon.

arrived, holding a takeaway box. "Ms. Hudson, Mrs. Wagner sent you this soup, to help with

how would she know I was

could have easily refused. But if Jacqueline made it for me, that

appreciate it!" I took

if he had more to say, probably still feeling guilty about that trip to Crystal

If you insist

with nothing more to add, except to remind, "Just have the soup,

Deborah chimed in, "That

think I didn't

Wagner is just trying not to let you go, keeping you as his backup plan,"

just gave a wry smile. What he wanted

yet, so I decided to start on the soup,

he

insist. Sharing the

"Felicia, we hadn't even

when

out that hottie."

new, but I followed her

at me like the first day of spring.

"My mom made these

would Mrs. Wagner's soup and dumplings come separately?" Deborah, ever quick to

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