Emily Ferguson was always such a perceptive person. Seeing Katherine Blue in a daze, she knew her words had an effect, and her tears stopped flowing.
She came this time to fully resolve the issue for Tristan Park, taking out a prepared check and placing it on the coffee table.
"I have to admit, I peeked at Tristan Park's WeChat again." She stuck out her tongue and smiled, "Half a year ago, you hoped he would sponsor you to start a clothing brand, but he refused. Indeed, it was a large sum, and a wealthy bachelor with no real authority wouldn't have that much money."
Katherine Blue's eyes widened, large and fearful, "What do you mean?"
"I'm not trying to insult you with money; I hope this money can help you realize your dream."
"As the future Mrs. Park, I sincerely hope that every one of Mr. Park's ex-girlfriends can live well. It's good for him, and it's good for me, don't you think?"
Katherine Blue: "I don't want your money!"
