Chapter 83

What kind of renowned expert was this? "Hello?" "Mr. Fitzgerald, the company's current available funds aren't enough to pay the seamstresses' wages the day after tomorrow," the accountant called to inform him. "What should we do?" Simon frowned deeply. "I see. I'll handle it." … Janice had been keeping a close watch on any activity regarding that villa, and she received a phone call that evening. She had just finished her bath and was lying down. "He's planning to mortgage that villa?" He was going to use her half of the villa to raise money? Janice combed through her damp hair and said, "Do me a favor. However much he needs, I'll cover it." It would be a private mortgage. "Understood, Ms. Smith." Janice gazed out at the dark night sky, a chill seeping into her heart. Autumn was already a third of the way through. Over the past three months, she had gradually let go of her lingering affection for Simon. All that remained was resentment. All he wanted was money, right? …