UPGRADED, From Trash Ex to Billionaire Husband

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ridor of the nightclub, her voice laced with irritation. "Mom, I've told you a t

of yours? That

, you claimed he was saving for a house.

place and getting married by t

n to end the call, aggressive

ened by their bank accounts. She had spent six grueling years saving every penny, and now

She believed Tray was the same-a man workin

e gripped the cognac bottle

er the table tonight if it mean

rtially open bronze door, a sh

at Ontario the other day, and

o, looking like a deer in headlights when sh

tually thinks Tray hasn't p

mering against her ribs as s

brother is a world-class actor. Look at t

t's a different Lauren, she

at moved into her line of sight a

ver five thousand dollar-the very "rags" the girl mentioned-and

. Her knuckles turned a ghostly

legs stretched out, his profile sharp and handsome in the dim lig

ade entertaining.

nd teased. "Or have you actually caught fe

is eyes cold. "Do you hone

AM to help him with a Pinduoduo link just to stay in character? If

en are you going to drop the act? You

curling around his head. "I'm i

t Noodle Princess' is twenty-six. You're

rite her a massive check whe

s face a mask of indifference. "Since w

s a fi

m for an explanation. But her body wouldn't obey. Her throat felt constric

ay it was a lie. To say he loved

di

bsolute loyalty-were nothing more tha

way seep into her marrow. Her knees shook so violently she coul

hecked his screen and he

spered eagerly. "Let's hear the Pr

king the speaker ic

thick and strained. "Are you

and warm. "Yeah, Lauren. It's a busy night with

ray shot them a warning look, his eyes turning

e okay? Have you been

. "Tray... my mom is pushing the blind dates again. She want

d in and whispered, "Careful, Tray.

apping his fingers rhythmically on the

n... I can't give you the

"poor man," he had no money; as a rich heir

e phone, offering

kville. I put the deposit down. I'm onl

t's just g

uren watched his motionless silhouette through the g

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whispered. "A toad

end it,

tight. "Lauren, I didn't say... I didn't

wiping her face clean. She

still there, her digni

isn't on the table, we'