No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 658

"Whose secret?" I asked casually.

Deborah looked at me, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something but was hesitant, as if fearing the consequences.

Realizing the severity of her situation, I raised my hand to stop her. "Then don't worry about telling me. I'll look into it myself."

"Licia, you don't need to dig into this, and please stop worrying about my problems. You've already helped me so much by paying off my debts, and I'm truly grateful," Deborah said, guilt lacing her words.

I looked at her, contemplating the secret she was reluctant to share.

"I'll pay you back, slowly but surely," Deborah said, avoiding my gaze.

With her current means of earning, repaying the five hundred thousand would indeed take her decades.

"Don't worry about the money. Just take care of yourself," I didn't want to burden her further.

Deborah shook her head, determined to repay me.

I didn't press further. Everyone has their own principles, and it wasn't my place to challenge hers.

Although Deborah refused to move back home, I insisted on getting her a new place. I rented a studio apartment for her, covering three years of rent, and thanks to Grant Smith's connections, I also found her a job at a local company to ease her burden.

I then called Fanny to arrange a meeting with her and Yates.

"Sure, I'll let him know. Once we decide on a time and place, I'll text you," Fanny said.

I agreed.

However, Fanny didn't get back to me, and I was unaware that she was facing a dilemma of her own.

"Yeah, from the moment I met you, I knew it was you," Yates said, nudging her nose with his.

With such a declaration, what more could Fanny say? After all, this man was her entire youth.

Marrying him was a dream. Even as she fancied him, she had imagined becoming his bride one day.

"Alright, I'll talk to my parents, prepare them mentally," Fanny agreed.

When I finally got Fanny's message, she said we had to push back our meeting.

Her and Yates's family introduction was obviously a priority, so I wasn't in a rush.

That evening, I changed into a fresh outfit and headed to the Sapphire Lounge, a prestigious nightclub owned by the Clark family in Seabreeze City. The name itself exuded dominance, attracting the city's elite and affluent clientele.