Chapter 4

. . . . . . When she came out of the study, Natasha suddenly felt that the conversation in the study just made her feel like she was dreaming. She was going to marry a man a lot older than her. Yes, she said yes. She had no other way to go to school. Dark clouds and thunder rolled out of the window. She did not know when it began to rain. There was some humidity in the air. Unfortunately, Natasha did not bring an umbrella. She looked at the rain in a daze. "Are you ready, Miss?" When Sam handed her the marriage agreement, she was still in a trance. It was like dreaming, but it was very real. Looking at the white paper in front of her, Natasha swallowed her spittle. She gritted her teeth and signed her name on it. Sam looked at the girl with complicated eyes but secretly thought, to be able to marry Mr. Busch was a step up to heaven, and it was simply a blessing from the previous life. After signing the agreement, it was already sunset outside the window. Natasha left one of the agreements with her hand and handed the other to Sam. "Mr. Miller, now that Mr. Busch and I are married, what is the agreed tuition fee?" Natasha looked at him tactfully, and the meaning was self-evident. "You can rest assured that the money has been transferred to your account. You are now a Mrs. Busch. Money was only a number. If you need additional money, you can tell me directly, do not bother Mr. Busch." If it got to Mr. Busch's ears, he would probably think they have mistreated Mrs. Busch. Natasha picked up her mobile phone and saw that there was a new and just arrived message on her mobile phone ten minutes ago. "Your account ending with number xxxx received $50,000 at 15:33 today, and the current balance is 50,000.23." Natasha's mobile phone almost fell to the ground. That would be her first time to see such huge money since she was born. "Mr. Miller, you may have misheard. My tuition fee is enough." Natasha was frightened. Sam smiled. "Miss Natasha, as Mrs. Busch, you deserve all this." Natasha froze. She looked at the account balance on the screen. The money was huge, like she was sold to them. That made her feel bitter. "I cannot get a cab now. Can you please take me home?" "This is a natural, Miss Natasha. After you live in The Busch family, we will specially equip you with a driver." Sam replied with a smile on his face. "Live in The Busch family?" Natasha was slightly surprised. She stared at Sam with big eyes. "Miss Natasha, if you do not know Mr. Busch's identity, I can give you a copy of The Busch Group later, but one thing you should know before this, is that The Busch Group is no ordinary noble family, and after you marry Mr. Busch, you cannot continue the unrestrained life before." Sam pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, without too much expression on his face, he described the cruel fact one by one. Natasha was shocked. When she promised to get married, she only thought about her tuition fee, but she did not consider the price to pay when she married Edward. "Can I still go back on my word?" Natasha said weakly. She bowed her head and took out the agreement. "Or I will give it back to you, and I will think about it again." Sam seriously said, "Miss Natasha, you are joking, right? The agreement has come into effect. You'd better not have this idea again. In The Busch Goup's genealogy. The wife was only widowed and never divorced." Natasha was shocked. ... Sam moved quickly, saying that he wanted to send Natasha home, and immediately arranged a driver. The scenery on the road was magnificent, and there were green belts along the road. Natasha looked out of the window and was lost with her thoughts. She never thought that within one day, she experienced the betrayal of her best friend, the loss of her family, and then she was married already. She was a little confused about where to go in the future. When the car stopped firmly in front of the old attic in Quinn's family, she happened to bump into her mother, who just returned to buy some groceries. Macey saw a luxury car parked in front of her house, and she kept looking sideways. When she saw that the person who got off the car was her daughter, she was shocked. "Natasha!" Her mother suddenly threw away her vegetable basket and grabbed her daughter. "Where have you been? When did you make friends? Why did you not bring them home to introduce them?" Thinking of what happened that morning, that slap she received from her mother hurt her and made her heart colder towards them. Some of her alienated thought was gone after her mother tugged her clothes. "None of your business." She answered. On the way back, she thought for a moment that it would not be a bad thing to live in The Busch family. When Macey Quinn saw that her daughter ignored her, she rolled her eyes, seemed to curse a few words, and then turned back and gave the driver a full smile. "Are you a friend of my daughter? Do you want to come in and have some tea? Natasha does not tell her family when she has a new rich friend. By the way, look at this, should there be a mansion in that area? How much dowry can we get from them if she marries a man from there?" While Macey Quinn was still blabbering, the driver closed the window, looked straight with a poker-faced, then started the engine and drove out. "What man!" Her mother said. After some time she remembered something, she quickly took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the Maserati's plate number. "License plate 8888? This is a plate number of a rich family here in Salt Lake City! The person driving the car may be at the same level as the boss's son. Why did she hide that away from us?" Thinking of it, she entered the house and barged in at her daughter's room. Natasha was packing her clothes when her mother suddenly barged in unnoticed and started firing questions at her. "Before entering my room, can you first knock on the door? You always barged in!" "Why do I need to knock? This is my house! I can do anything I want. Why are you angry? What were you doing before I barged in?" Her mother was very suspicious of her. While she was saying those lines, she went on and sat at the bedside. "Quickly explain to me where did you find such a rich friend? Where is he now? He looks like he came from a wealthy family. Call him for a meal tomorrow. I will ask him how big their house was and how many wealthy families live in their neighborhood. If we can get 200,000 for a dowry, I will not introduce you to the boss's son."