Chapter 807

Cloudspire. Julian sat on a bench by the road, staring at the sky, that crumpled ten-thousand-yuan note from Hannah Grant still clenched in his hand. Back when he had the Hale Group behind him, he could do anything with ease—he had the resources, the right connections, everything. But now? All he had was ten thousand bucks and a completely unfamiliar seaside town. Yeah… this was gonna be rough. Still, he had to move fast—he wanted Hannah to marry him before anything else could happen. The sooner the better. Thirty grand. That was the goal. — At the guesthouse. "Star, that guy... is he new?" one of the employees whispered while side-eyeing Julian through the window. "He doesn't really seem like the hands-on type, more like one of those spoiled rich dudes who never lifted a finger in his life." Hannah glanced out. Julian was in the garden, clumsily pulling weeds with oversized gloves on. Honestly, the guy did kinda stick out—he looked more like someone posing for a photoshoot than someon