Chapter 33 I Want Money, Not Him

The moment Calvin finished speaking, the office fell into a heavy silence. Queenie slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "Are you really putting your wife down like this for the sake of a mistress?" Emily clung tightly to Calvin, looking terrified. I watched them quietly, noting just how deeply they seemed to be in love. Among Calvin's many mistresses, Emily was clearly the most favored. Thinking back to what Emily had said earlier about only the unloved being mistresses, I couldn't help but laugh. Queenie looked at me with concern. "Summie, are you okay? Don't scare me." I waved it off, wiping away the tears from my laughter. "I'm fine. 200 thousand dollars? Sure." I held out my phone with the QR code. "Just transfer it." Calvin seemed stunned and stared at me blankly. His eyes showed confusion, maybe even some sadness. But soon, it turned to anger. He smacked his hand against the table and stood up abruptly, almost knocking Emily over. "Summer, do you love money that mu