Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling! - Chapter 513

Chapter 513:

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“You…”

Daniela maintained her composure, not once feeling responsible for Caiden’s emotions.

Without another word, she turned and walked away, sitting down in front of the TV.

Caiden shot her a furious glare.

“If you’re not going to let me run my business, then you’d better start giving me money. Daniela, supporting your parents is a legal duty. Don’t try to back out of it by saying we’re estranged. I’ve already spoken to a lawyer.

You’ll be required to pay me an allowance every month.”

That much was true. Daniela was well aware of that fact.

Without taking her eyes off the TV, she responded, “Don’t worry. If you need the money, I’ll give it to you.”

Caiden’s eyes instantly sparkled with excitement at her words.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice betraying his greed.

Daniela gave a quick nod.

“Of course. I don’t break the law.”

Caiden’s face broke into a wide grin. Given Daniela’s wealth, the financial support wouldn’t be a small amount.

Had he known it would be this easy, he never would have bothered with business in the first place.

He could have simply asked Daniela for money straight away.

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Caiden left happily, excited to get his monthly allowance from Daniela.

On the other hand, after Caiden made his public declaration severing ties with Joyce, Katrina’s anxiety intensified.

If Joyce no longer had ties to the Harper family, how could those who owed money possibly let her off the hook? Katrina spent her days in helpless tears, consumed by worry.

Caiden, however, remained utterly indifferent. His cold demeanor gave no hint of the affection he had once shown her.

Katrina couldn’t help but regret her past choices.

She bitterly recalled the wealthy man her mother had once tried to set her up with. How different things might have been if she hadn’t turned him down.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

“Has Joyce made it back home yet?” her mother asked from the other end. The faint clink of poker chips and the shuffle of cards were barely audible in the background.

“No,” Katrina whispered, her voice trembling as tears she could no longer hold back began to fall.

“Mom, what am I supposed to do? I’ve begged Daniela, I’ve even pleaded with Caiden, but neither of them will spend a penny to help Joyce.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by the sound of cards being shuffled and the low murmur of people placing bets.

A few minutes later, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor broke through the quiet, and the background noise began to fade.

Her mother’s voice returned, this time with less noise in the background.

“When you reach a dead end, it’s time to walk away. Remember that wealthy man I told you about? He’s still an option. Just recently, he asked about you, wondering if you’d reconsidered.”

Katrina was quiet for a moment.

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