Chapter 112

Heh. This kind of drama... totally feels like a scene straight out of a novel. Guess art really does imitate life. Ten million! The Evans family really lives up to their name—just shoo someone off and it's already tens of millions. Clara couldn't help but chuckle at how accurately she'd predicted this. "What's funny? You think it's not enough? For someone from the Howard family, ten million is plenty. Take it and go enjoy a peaceful life with your parents. Nicholas isn't right for you. The Evans household isn't your place, either. I'm sure I don't need to spell the rest out for you," Eleanor Rivera said, looking down at her. "Mrs. Rivera, I—" Clara had just opened her mouth when Eleanor cut her off with a wave of her hand. "Let me guess. You're about to say you and Nicholas are deeply in love, and you're begging me not to tear you two apart, right? Miss Howard, let me give you a dose of reality: love doesn't pay the bills. What matters is actual cash in your hands. Don't daydream about