Can't stop loving you

Chapter 130 You Need Money, Don't You

Viola yawned as sleepiness was approaching.

"It's really yours." Maynard picked it up and turned it to the page about Viola.

She grabbed his hand and tried to calm herself down: "Come on, this is a good chance, this is not the

time. Let's go to check in."

Maynard clasped her head and forced her to get close to her warm body. "Reporter Qi, why do you

change your mind so soon?"

Viola muttered. Then he approached her and heard her say, "I need money."

Viola nodded. She grabbed the household register in both of her hands and fell asleep soon.

"Sizz." Maynard sneered, and a hint of boredom appeared in his eyes. "After all, you are a material

girl," he said

"Oh no!"

When Viola woke up, she found that it was bright outside. She sneezed as she was lying on the cold

floor.

She rubbed her head to relieve the dull pain from drinking last night and found the household register in

her hand by accident. Then she raised her head and looked around with an unbelievable look.

She stood up as if she had just seen a ghost. The scene that she had pulled Victor to marry her in a

very simple and crude way kept flashing through her mind. She was very annoyed, as if she wanted to

bury a hole in the ground.

"No, I have to run." Strangely, a few minutes later, Viola gave up and walked quietly to the bedroom Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

upstairs. The door was still closed. She wanted to leave quietly.

"Click." The door upstairs was opened.

"Let's go register later." Maynard went downstairs and said in an understated tone.

Upon hearing that, Viola stopped in her tracks. She turned around stiffly with a forced smile on her

face, "What did you say?"

Maynard threw the two pieces of documents in his hand onto the table. Sitting on the sofa, he didn't

even look at her. In a calm voice, he said, "If you have no objection to the contract, please sign it."

Realizing that she couldn't avoid it anymore, she picked it up slowly and found that it was a two copies

contract. She braced herself to open it and looked down, her eyes focusing on Party A and Party B,

who must fulfill their marital obligation after they got married.

She was shocked and ran to show it to him. "No, I can't take this. Modify it."

"Do you have other choices?" A cold and arrogant expression was shown on Maynard's angular face.

It seemed that she was hit on the spot. She held the right hand on the edge of the contract so tightly

that her fingers turned white.

After a long time, she forced herself to calm down and looked at the contract, which wrote, "Party A will

give Party B ten million dollars in return and divorce party B three years later without any relationship."

Viola hesitated. Was she really going to sell her marriage for money?

Just as she was struggling in her heart, her cell phone rang. Glancing at the phone, she quickly ran

outside and answered, "Hello?"

"Viola, you must get enough money before five o'clock this afternoon, or your brother will send his arms

and legs to our hometown. You can't let him down at such a critical moment."

Viola's heart suddenly cooled down, and her expression was almost numb. "No."

She hung up the phone and took a look at the contract in her hand. Then she strode back to the living

room and signed on two contracts.

Looking at her signature on the paper almost scratched by the signature, she moved her eyes away

and said: "I have already signed it. Can you give me the money?"

"I'll give it to you after registration."

Maynard cast a mocking glance at them and snapped his fingers. Soon a bodyguard took the contract

upstairs.

After they went out of the Bureau of civil affairs, she checked the time on her phone. It was already half

past three in the afternoon.

She stopped and said with embarrassment, "Well..."

"Isn't it just money?" As if seeing through her, Maynard took a cheque out of his suit pocket and

handed it to her.

A few seconds later, when she was about to take the check, Maynard released her hand, as if he was

against her. The check fell lightly on the ground. Maynard disdainfully drove away.

She bent over and picked up the check. She wondered whether she should feel lucky that there was no

wind blowing the money away or something else.

She went to a nearby bank and converted the check into online banking account. Then she transferred

six million to her stepmother's bank account. After she got the rest of four million, she planned to

transfer the rest of millions to Maynard's face.

As soon as she walked out of the bank, her cell phone rang. She pressed the answering key and said,

"I have remitted the money to you. Remember to check and accept it."

"I've received the notice. Thank you, Viola. But how did you get so much money?" Her voice was

ingratiating and her tone was almost inaudible.

Anna frowned and said, "Aunt Xu, don't ever gamble with my brother anymore. I have managed to win

his heart for a while, but I failed to save him for a lifetime. So I just hope that he would behave himself

from now on."

Before stepmother said anything else, Viola hung up the phone in a depressed mood. When she put

her cell phone in her handbag, she saw a red notebook in it. The smile on her face was uglier than

crying.

After she got married within twenty-four hours, she had to get rid of the days when she had to meet and

meet with Maynard in the future, which she thought would be a darkness in the future.