Chapter 36
“Tsk.” Harvey set his phone down with a look of irritation. It seemed Elara was still playing games with him. “Oh, come on! Don’t let Elara get to you!” Niamh threw an arm around Harvey’s neck and playfully patted his
chest twice.
He made no effort to push her away. Niamh then followed him back into the private lounge while clinging onto Harvey.
Inside, a group of elite heirs was deep in discussion about the stock market, excitedly talking about multiple stocks surging that day.
“I heard a little rumor–apparently, the Fisher family invested 60 million into Bright Peak Securities two days ago.
These socialites had their ways of obtaining inside information. A transaction of that magnitude between Elara and BrightPeak Securities had not gone unnoticed.
All eyes quickly turned to Harvey. He hesitated for a moment, then dismissed it with a casual shrug, thinking Elara merely got beginner’s luck.
“My wife just got lucky.”
Even he wondered if Elara had overheard some inside information while she was in his study. Otherwise, what gave her the guts to throw all that money into the stock market?
But the marker’s fluctuations were temporary. Right now, she was only making paper profits. Whether she could turn that 60 million into real gains remained to be seen.
With her perspective, the same one that led her to become a cleaning lady.
The thought alone amused Harvey.
“As for me, I have the 60 million dollars, the properties, and stock options you gave me. I’ll live comfortably, so please, dear ex–husband, stop worrying about me.”
Elara’s voice echoed in his mind.
Did she really think everything she had now actually belonged to her?
Money, property, and stock options–he could take them all back if he wanted, even if they were under her name.
Someone cautiously probed, “I heard you two already finalized the divorce?”
Harvey’s expression darkened. “She’s just throwing a tantrum. It’s the seven–year itch. I gave her some money to go out and play–once she’s had her fun, she’ll come back.
The crowd chuckled at this. “Mr. Fisher really knows how to spoil his wife! You’ve got no limits!”
Niamh let out a loud sigh. “Women are so dramatic! If I had such a great husband, I wouldn’t make a fuss. Ugh, enough about women–it’s annoying! Come on, let’s drink!”
She slammed her glass on the table and raised it for a toast. At that moment, Harvey’s phone rang again.
“Sir, Mr. Beau refuses to attend his enrichment classes. Also, he hasn’t completed his school assignments in days. The tutor tried to make him study, but he kicked them out,
Mary had already called Ethel about the issue.
Chapter 36
Ethel’s response to that was if Beau refused to attend his classes, then the teachers must have been the problem. She insisted on finding him new ones.
As for the tutor Beau had thrown out, she simply suggested hiring another.
But in the meantime, without a tutor, it fell upon Mary and the other household staff to convince Beau to do his homework.
Beau had even thrown a tantrum moments ago, smashing things around the house. One of those things had hit Mary squarely on the head, leaving her with a large bump.
If she told Ethel about this, Ethel would undoubtedly take Beau’s side and simply fire Mary.
So, suppressing the pain in her forehead, Mary called Harvey for help.
“I want to go to the theme park! Take me to the theme park
Beau’s shouting blasted through the phone, making Niamh raise an eyebrow.
Harvey’s expression grew colder, and he said, “Put Beau on the phone.”
Niamh quickly interjected, “Let me talk to him.”
She took Harvey’s phone, and a reluctant voice came through. “Hello… Dad?”
‘.me. Beau.” Niamh cooed.
“Niamh!” His voice instantly brightened.
Niamh pacified him. “Why don’t you finish your homework first? I’ll come pick you up in an hour.”
When Niamh took Beau out, it was never just an ordinary outing. Racing, shooting games, roller coasters–she introduced him to all the things his mother never would
She would let him have burgers, fries, and soda.
Sometimes, she even brought him to bars after all, what was childhood without a little exposure to the ‘real world‘?
