Chapter 11 To Marry You

Margaret's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the pile of cash. Even Richard, who had been feigning indifference, couldn't help glancing at the money, the greed in his eyes plain to see. Moments later, Margaret cleared her throat, and her tone toward Theodore softened. "Who exactly are you?" Could the man Isabella brought home really be just a driver? For him to produce that much cash at once had to be for show. Maybe he had borrowed from a loan shark just to play the rich man. At that thought, a calculating gleam flickered in Margaret's eyes. Once the five million was in their hands, it was theirs. She didn't care where Theodore had gotten it. Even if collectors came knocking, they'd never come after her and Richard. "As you said, I'm just a driver. Sign the agreement, and the money is yours," Theodore said coldly. Margaret picked up the papers and skimmed through them. It stated, "Five million dollars in exchange for Isabella Moore to sever all ties with the Moore