Chapter 71 Need Something from My Wife?

Zachary Hawthorne and I had only crossed paths a few times. No matter how wealthy he was, I couldn't accept fifty million from him without reason. Besides, I had no idea what kind of man he truly was. Once I took that money, I wouldn't know what strings might come attached. Yet Zachary showed no intention of retracting the offer—and seemed to read my thoughts. "I have no expectations of you, nor will I demand anything in return. To me, this sum is insignificant. As neighbors, it's merely a small gesture of goodwill." "…" "No interest. Repay me whenever you can," Zachary added. Of course, this was the ideal solution. After all, the bank loan had a deadline. If Luke Jordan defaulted, my house would be seized—and Cecilia would blame me. Still, I believed that with this money, Luke could revive his company. Just as I had wrestled with the decision a thousand times and finally reached for the check— "Ding." The elevator behind me chimed. I turned—and saw Dominic Hawthorne stepping out, now