Chapter 122

Ronald was a Scorpio—holding grudges was basically in his DNA. Three days ago, he overheard what I said over the phone just to get myself out of a situation, and the man’s still chewing on it. I looked at him—handsome, refined, with that polite but totally fake smile. “Oh yeah, my husband did plenty of shady stuff, dying young kind of served him right. Still, gotta admit he was something. Without him, I wouldn’t have had the honor of meeting a business genius like Mr. Wright at the funeral. I owe him for that.” Ronald let out a cold laugh, lips barely moving. “Or maybe you’re just that unlucky. Drove him to the grave, didn’t you?” I didn’t flinch. “No way. The fortune-teller said I was born lucky and bring good fortune to my man.” He might kick me out, sure—but he wasn’t going to insult me and get a free pass. His laugh got colder, voice smooth with a chilly edge. “Lots of contestants show up, but I’ve never seen anyone shameless enough to make a scene at the gate. Check she’s on the l