Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling! - Chapter 515

Chapter 515:

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“Fair enough. That guy is loaded, but I’ve heard his last few wives… Well, let’s just say their ends were anything but peaceful. Are you going to warn Katrina about that? It’s not something just anyone can handle.”

Erika laughed.

“Warn her about what? It’s tough to earn a buck, and life’s no walk in the park. She’ll catch on soon enough. Nothing’s handed to you on a silver platter. Once she’s free of Caiden, she’ll adapt just fine. All I need to do is grab the cash.”

Five hours later, Katrina’s phone chimed, signaling a wire transfer of five hundred thousand dollars had landed in her account.

It was less than she’d expected, yet it was still a decent sum.

A surge of relief washed over her, and just as she was about to redistribute the funds, her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a photo.

The man in the photo was unmistakably wealthy but looked entirely ordinary with his stout frame, round face, and shifty, narrow eyes that sparkled with a disconcerting greed.

Seeing him was enough to make Katrina’s stomach twist uncomfortably.

Without hesitation, she deleted the image, secured her funds, and completed a transfer of three million dollars. With a quick handoff of two hundred dollars to the intermediary, she sealed an agreement to gradually return a staggering hundred million.

With everything in motion, Katrina was left to anxiously await further developments.

Meanwhile, Caiden was waiting for money as well. His phone never left his hand. In the meantime, he managed to squeeze in attendance at a social event. Recently, he felt suffocated, confined by his own circumstances. The debacle with Joyce had severely dented his image, casting a shadow over his reputation. With the public declaration to sever all ties with Joyce now circulating, Caiden felt liberated enough to step out into the world again.

As he neared the restaurant’s entrance and reached for the door handle, a flurry of voices spilled out from within.

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“I really have to give Caiden credit. Everyone’s buzzing about Joyce being nothing but trouble, yet here he is, not hiding away.”

“Unbelievable. I burst out laughing the moment I saw Caiden’s post. That guy? He cuts people off if they embarrass him, but grovels back when he needs something from them.”

“Absolutely. I caught him the other day, practically on his knees to Daniela, who wouldn’t even glance his way.”

“Daniela’s got such a cool temperament. Were it me, Caiden would’ve earned a good few slaps by now!”

“Exactly! And here’s the kicker—imagine if Daniela hit a rough patch and Joyce ended up with some wealthy guy. Do you seriously believe Caiden would stoop so low as to crawl back to Joyce? The thought alone is hysterical!”

“Caiden is so pathetic!”

The mocking laughter from inside the restaurant echoed in Caiden’s ears. His smug grin faded in an instant, replaced by a stormy expression.

For a moment, he considered walking away, but after a few hesitant steps, he spun around and marched inside. The door swung open with a loud thud, silencing the chatter as heads turned his way. Caiden scanned the room before confidently claiming a seat.

“Apologies for being late, everyone,” he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated politeness.

The people in the restaurant exchanged amused looks.

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