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Vincent Group's November dividends had been credited in full into Sigrid's bank card in December. Sigrid's eyes lit up when she saw the extra millions in the card. Although Vincent Group wasn't huge, it wasn't small, either. Sigrid held sixty percent of the shares, and she'd gotten a few million in just a month. She supposed the company was still making money. It also meant that Franklin owed her a huge sum of money. She looked at her balance. Even without calculating, she knew that she had become a rich woman. Hence, during the weekend, she skipped into George's study and said, "I can cover all your expenses now!" "Hmm, how much money are you going to spend on me?" He looked at her with great interest, wondering how much money he was worth in her heart. Her eyes were shining. "Ten thousand dollars a month!" "...?" Was he so cheap? Seeing that he seemed to be dissatisfied with her answer, Sigrid thought about how her husband wasn't just a pretty face. He was pretty good at earning mone