Chapter 72

Mildred met Julian's stern, anxious gaze and replied calmly, "No." She had barely said more before Nox jumped in with more to say. "Dad, the startup capital Chelsea registered for that company is five million dollars. She's a poor girl from the slums—she wouldn't be worth that even if we sold her. If she didn't have someone backing her, how could she possibly come up with that kind of money?" Tamara added, "Last time I personally went to her house to invite her to join one of Ginger Corporation's subsidiaries, I saw a luxury car parked right outside. I didn't want to assume the worst, but it's not like she could've gone from rags to riches overnight, both in car and company, right?" Nox sneered. "And if Mildred didn't help her, maybe she's just being kept by some rich man. Don't billionaires love girls who act all sweet and innocent?" Before he could finish, Julian snapped, "Enough! Where are you even hearing this garbage? We didn't manage to recruit Chelsea, that's true—but you k