Chapter 97

The lounge was filled with flowers, traditional performances, soft melodies, and even a chess table. These were all services prepared for high-class female guests. I picked out a flower arrangement I liked and began working on it. Jocelyn gracefully sauntered over, her cheeks flushed, likely from all the alcohol she'd had at the dinner. I glanced at her briefly and continued arranging the flowers. She sat beside me, giving me a long, appraising look with a faint smile on her lips. Turning to her, I asked, "Is there something you need?" Jocelyn chuckled, her voice coy. "Ms. York, I have to admit, I underestimated you." I calmly trimmed the stems, replying flatly, "Ms. Cornell, if you have something to say, just say it." She let out a breath before speaking again in a more serious tone. "Ms. York, how does 500 million sound? I can convince Elijah to give it to you if you agree to a divorce." I looked up, meeting her eyes. She appeared sincere. "500 million. That's quite a lot."