Gordon Edwin sat on the sofa, his oppressive gaze darting towards the restless Virginia Daniel, his eyes dark and inscrutable.
His tone carried a hint of threat, "Tsk, let me see how much your movie king Chris Jung is worth to you."
Desperate for survival, Virginia shook her head vigorously and waved her hands, "Husband, you're wrong. Chris Jung isn't mine; he belongs to the fans, to everyone. You're the only one who's mine."
"Besides, the money finally goes into your daughter's pocket, so Chris Jung isn't taking advantage of it. My husband, don't wrong the innocent."
Even though her tone wasn't deliberately pleading, her words easily stirred ripples in Gordon's heart.
He couldn't help but agree with her logic, taking out his phone and scanning the QR code for Caroline Edwin's payment, transferring the cash without hesitation.
Gordon put his phone away, "Carol, bring a signed photo for your Mom next time. Consider this money your pocket money."
"Whats received, ¥150,000!"
