Hannah Hale was speechless. It was the first time she'd ever seen someone state their shameless intentions so righteously and in broad daylight.
"Zachary Redgrave, why don't you just go home and sleep it off? I don't think you need to come to the wedding tomorrow."
Hannah Hale raised a hand and jabbed the goofball's forehead, giving him a look reserved for a complete idiot.
"Are you stupid? I wouldn't keep the red envelope money all to myself. You'd get a share, obviously."
"Lord Redgrave, are you a little short on cash lately?"
Hannah Hale gave the guy a teasing look, truly baffled as to why his train of thought was so peculiar.
"Get outta here! Do I look like the kind of person who's short on cash?"
Zachary Redgrave smoothed back his stylish hair, then paused before continuing, "When it's your turn to get married, I'm going to demand a red envelope from your man just like this. And I won't accept a penny less."
