The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Through him, I had learned the true depths of human depravity.

That night, when Jean called and asked if I had succeeded in divorcing him, I said no. She was livid and started shouting profanities at him.

I stopped her. “I need your help,”

“All cars, Tay.”

“I want to sell my company’s stocks. Your web of connections is wide enough to get me potential buyers, I’m sure. Any names you can think of?”

Jean picked up on my intention instantly. “Aha! You’re trying to gather enough money to help Sarah!”

“Exactly. Lwill not allow the Zacks to bully her. If I’m the one who provides her with this money, that company will be hers instead of theirs!” I replied firmly.

That way, Marcus and his ilk would have to answer to Sarah

“Easy peasy. Your company’s been doing well, right? Tons of people will be happy to buy your shares. My brother even told me to quit working on my family business and just invest in your business!”

at

were a jolt of encouragement.

With my best friend’s help, I managed to secure more potential buyers within our circle. They were all friends who knew my character–and more importantly, they understood I was in an emergency. They wired

bank loan and my own savings, it was enough. My aunt had always been competent. The only reason she had retired was that Marcus had whispered sweet nothings into her ears and

she managed to force Marcus into signing an agreement and

aunt did what my

faces of the Zacks, I felt a surge of happiness. I could

court, too. The proceedings would

that everything was moving in the direction I

into late nights for a while and completed Lisbeth’s last two gowns a

I delivered

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Chapter 43

I wasn’t sure if it was out of respect and admiration for Lisbeth or if I was