Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 1659

Glancing at Jepherson's expressionless face, Lucy had no idea what he was thinking, but the set of jewelry was too valuable.

Stuart urged, "Just accept it. Thank you, Mr. Jepherson."

"Alright."

Lucy accepted the set of jewelry and expressed her gratitude to Jepherson.

With that, Jepherson retrieved a bunch of keys and handed them to Stuart. "The HOA fee is on the Harvey family as long as you're alive, but if we're both dead, it may no longer be the case. I'll get the property procedures done after we return home."

Stuart glanced at the keys and answered, "Mr. Jepherson, this is too much."

"What you want is money, but it will only depreciate. Properties are different. If as predicted, the value of this set of jewelry will double in thirty years and quadruple in sixty. As for the house, I'm absolute it will never depreciate."

"I'm not going to give you any money."

Jepherson placed the keys on the table as he spoke. Lucy felt as if she had hit black gold. There was money everywhere but in the form of assets.

Stuart insisted, "I still want some money."

Jepherson was astounded. "I gave you an inch, but you want to take a mile, huh?"

"I never claimed my salary all these years; I don't know how much I can withdraw." Stuart wanted some cash, but Jepherson wouldn't give it to him. The two locked eyes.

Raeleigh asked out of curiosity, "What are you going to use the money on?"

"I want to buy a new house for the Wagner family. Chirsen is getting married; his ex-fiancée ended their relationship due to financial issues. I hope he can have a grand marriage with this one."

"Stuart, you don't have to. I have my savings," Lucy spoke up.

Stuart replied, "That's not enough. Your savings are too little."

Jepherson quirked his eyebrow. "How much do you want?"

"Thirty million."

Lucy's jaw dropped at Stuart's request.

The set of jewelry, fifty million; villa, thirty million, and he was now asking for another thirty?

Leaning to one side, Jepherson crossed his arms and gave it some thought before he asked, "When Raeleigh and I barely spent any money when we got married. As my subordinate, do you think it's appropriate to spend more than a hundred million dollars on your wedding?"

"It isn't," Stuart said, "But you've invested three hundred million dollars on my treatment as well."

"So you're saying the expenses of your wedding pale in comparison to your treatment?"

"Yes."

At times, Stuart's bluntness was astonishing.

Lucy tugged at Stuart's sleeve. "Stuart, you don't have to meddle in my family's affairs. If you give them so much money, doesn't it seem as though I'm sold to you?"

Stuart's eyes fell on Lucy. "I'll buy you gladly."

Lucy was stupefied before her face reddened with a blush. Sitting across from them, Jepherson watched as though he was watching a soap opera. Stuart then shifted his gaze back at Jepherson. "Mr. Jepherson, could you give it to me?"

"What if I refuse?"

Stuart placed the set of jewelry and the keys together. "Then I won't take these either."

Staring at Stuart, Jepherson warned, "Remember this, Stuart, this is the last time."

"Thank you, Mr. Jepherson."

Stuart then passed the items to Lucy. "Keep them."

Lucy nodded and kept them in a hurry.

Jepherson's inscrutable countenance gave little away, but he still handed Stuart a bank card.

"There are fifty million dollars in it, twenty of which is Lucy's bridewealth. I don't want you to even have to think twice when you shop after the two of you get married."

Raeleigh looked at him and thought it turned out he had it all prepared; he really had them down to their bones.

Lucy spoke up, "I have my salary and savings. Stuart..."

Jepherson cupped a handful of water and bathed while fixing his eyes on her. "Forget it then."

"What the hell do you want?"

"I want you."

Raeleigh was at a loss for words.

She turned around and exited the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Jepherson soaked quietly in the water for more than an hour before he reappeared. Raeleigh sat outside the entire time, contemplating what she should do.

Hearing the door open, Raeleigh looked over at Jepherson, who had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair as he walked toward her. Sitting down, he handed the towel to her. "Help me dry my hair."

Raeleigh threw the towel back to him, spurning.

Jepherson placed his hand on Raeleigh's waist. "If you don't help me, I suppose I can only take it off?"

Left with no choice, Raeleigh took the towel and turned around to dry his hair.

Meanwhile, Jepherson pulled Raeleigh close to him, his arms around her waist. With barely any distance between them, she looked at him, unable to dry his hair.

"Why hasn't he come to you? Is he afraid of me? Or does he not love you?"

"Don't talk nonsense. He has a mission; there'd be times he'd only come back once in a half year. He probably doesn't even know I'm here. Or else..."

Raeleigh gulped. "Must things be this way between us?"

Jepherson had his brows furrowed. "You mentioned he has a mission?"

Realizing she had a slip of the tongue, Raeleigh hurriedly added, "It's for me to know and you to find out. Just please let Cynthia go."

"Who on earth is he? I searched the whole world for him, only to get nothing back then. Later, Lenold confirmed he was dead."

"How did he appear out of nowhere?"