The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 177

The pain and humiliation Edward caused me were worse than any mere “affair” most people could even hope to pall off.

“He was forced to do that, Taylor! Maddison was suffering from late–stage cancer, and Edward was just trying to help a dying woman. Doesn’t that show you how land and considerate he is?”

I frowned. The Kennedys were not okay. Every single one of them talked like they had a worm in their heads. I was pretty sure this elite family was on its last legs.

Anyway, who gave a shit? I just wanted to see the goddam evidence.”

“Show me the video, or I’m leaving right now.”

Edith stubbornly ignored me.

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to my feet.

she finally called

the waitress

please,” Edith told

waitress dutifully poured for both of us before wishing us a

got straight to the point. “Your proof. Now.”

pouted unhappily. “Fine, but don’t bother trying to delete

her phone at me so hard that it slipped from her grasp

not fast enough to dodge the flying sauce that splattered onto

God!” she cried. “I’m

Well, at least it was

to the floor. I ignored it and let her pick it up herself. Instead, I

I returned, she finally handed the phone to

and chatting animatedly, but how was that supposed to be irrefutable proof of

is a video of a businesswoman having lunch with her client?” I said, unimpressed.

that crap!” Edith shot

Madaine Kenway’s birthday party? I made her dresses. You know what that means? It means a lot

straw before snapping “You can deny it all you want, but I know you’re eager to leave