Chapter 9 Please Give Me Back My Husband

Indeed, Emily had that thought in mind. Of course, only if she managed to figure out if the money belonged to Zeke. “Zeke Williams, it was I who stayed by your side when you were at your lowest!” Emily's voice quavered. “You're going to dump me now that you're rich? Not a chance!” Zeke sighed. “Then do you want to get back together with me?” “Yes, I do!” Emily was overjoyed. “With this five million, you're worthy of me!” “Great, let's go register our marriage now,” Zeke said. “Right, did you bring any cash with you? I've got no money with me now. I think it cost about ten bucks to get the certificate.” “What do you mean?” Emily was taken aback. “Isn't there five million here?” “This money isn’t mine. In fact, I'm so poor I haven't eaten breakfast yet,” Zeke said. “The money isn’t yours? You're too poor to afford breakfast?” Emily echoed in astonishment. “F**k! You're still the same broke ass. Well, what did I say? How can you get five million when you can't even afford to pay us another three hundred thousand? You want to marry me, even if you're broke? You wish!” Zeke shook his head slightly. Why didn't I realize Emily was such a snob before? “The money isn’t yours? Then where did you get this five million?” Lacey asked curiously. Zeke appeared mysterious. “Have you forgotten my identity?” “Aren't you a salesperson at our mill? What has it got to do with five million?” Pfft! Emily laughed. “How shameless of you, a shitty salesperson at a small mill, to ask me to marry you. What a joke!” Upon knowing Zeke was inferior to her, Emily felt a little relieved. “This is an order I reeled in for our mill today,” Zeke said, handing Lacey a contract. “This five million is an advance payment.” What? Lacey accepted the contract in a fluster. Just how big is this order to give us an advance payment of five million? After reading through the contract, Lacey cried tears of joy. “The steel mill is saved, Mom. The steel mill is saved. We don't have to go bankrupt.” “No way!” Emily ran up frantically, snatching the contract. After reading it, her eyes turned red. One hundred million. Zeke actually snatched a one hundred million deal from the Schneider family, the richest family in Oakheart City! For a one hundred million deal, the net profit is at least ten million. That's ten million! Zeke is a multi-millionaire! Emily was demoralized after being hit with multiple blows. “Zeke Williams,” she shouted. “You... you just tricked me!” Zeke shrugged. “I didn't trick you. I'm just a small salesperson. This order is Lacey's, and it has nothing to do with me.” “I don't care,” Emily shrieked hysterically. “Let's get married, Zeke. Let's register our marriage now. Give me this order. I can even take you to attend the Great Marshal's Grand Comeback Ceremony.” If this order was given to her, she could earn ten million in commission. Although she had the Great Marshal's invitation card in her hands, it could only bring her insubstantial power and not a solid ten million. Zeke ignored her and walked toward Lacey. “Lacey, stop crying. The Schneider family's order is very urgent, so hurry up and get started.” Lacey quickly wiped off her tears. “Yes, let's get started. Let's get to work.” With that said, Lacey prompted her employees to start work, but Emily wouldn't let them go. “Lacey, please. I beg you,” Emily pleaded, rushing up to them. “Return Zeke to me, will you?” “Zeke, the invitation card will give us power and status, and in addition to your order as the start-up capital, we can establish a big company. We're a match made in heaven. Please give me a chance and give yourself a chance!” Zeke looked at Lacey slyly. “You wouldn't possibly sell me out for this plastic sisterhood, would you?” Lacey smiled through her tears. “Excuse you! I haven't even agreed to marry you.” “You don't have to beg me, Emily. If Zeke wants to go back to you, he can go back anytime.” Emily glanced at Zeke. “I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. There's nothing I can do about it.” Zeke shrugged, looking up at the sky. Emily flushed a slow, beet red, recalling her mockeries just now. Now that there was no hope for reconciliation, she could only settle for the next best thing. “Lacey, you must provide my company with supplies this time, please,” she cried, begging. “Otherwise, the Hamilton family won't spare my life! You don't want to see me get killed by the Hamilton family, do you?” Lacey's heart softened. She sighed and nodded. “Thank you so much.” Emily forced a smile and ran off. She was afraid Lacey would go back on her words. “Will you blame me for helping her?” Lacey regarded Zeke cautiously. Zeke shook his head. “Do you know what is it that I like about you?” “What?” Lacey asked shyly. “Your kindness,” Zeke replied. Lacey stomped her feet in aggravation. “Are you insinuating that I'm ugly?” Zeke was at a loss for words. A woman's heart is as fickle as April's weather. Lacey angrily ignored Zeke and turned to her workers. “Boys, let's get to work. I will double your salary from today onward.” The workers' spirits brightened as they hurriedly got into their positions. “Thank you, Mr. Williams.” “Thank you, Mrs. Williams.” Zeke happily threw a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes to an employee just because he yelled 'Mrs. Williams.' “Pfft!” Lacey blushed. Zeke's face scrunched up as he looked at the ten strong men whom Emily had brought. “Are you guys done yet? No? It seems that you guys want me to do it myself, huh?” Suddenly, one of them walked out from the crowd and knelt on the ground with a thump, slapping himself in tears and snots. “I was wrong. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have done that. Please spare my life, Sir.” Zeke sneered, “Trying to gain sympathy, eh? No deal! Leave a pair of hands and feet behind.” Hannah, who had been clinging to the briefcase, regained her composure, shouting, “No, no, no. Don't! Just let him slap himself a hundred times. Don't take his limbs.” Hannah was just an ordinary homemaker. How could she bear to see that gory sight? “Well, aren't you going to thank my mother-in-law?” Zeke sneered. That bulky man prostrated himself to the ground, thanking her. “Although I still don't agree to this marriage, thank you for saving Lacey's steel mill,” Hannah said to Zeke with mixed emotions. “I just did what I had to do,” Zeke stated. After a moment of hesitation, Hannah spoke, “Emily's status will definitely rise after she attends the Grand Comeback Ceremony. In addition to the Hamilton family's threats, you guys will have a rough journey ahead, so be careful.” Zeke nodded, a trace of bliss gleaming in his eyes. The underlying meaning of Hannah's words was that she would stop interfering in this marriage and allow nature to take its course. Hence, she was reminding him to be careful. “I'll deposit the money in the bank for you first, in case you need it,” Hannah said, tapping the briefcase. Suddenly remembering something, Zeke hurriedly took out a purple bank card from his pocket. “This is a gift from me. Kindly accept it. Take this card to deposit and withdraw money. You can enjoy VVIP treatment without having to queue up. The password is Lacey's birthday.” This purple bank card, called the Bauhinia Royal Card, was limited to ninety-nine copies worldwide. Only royalty and elite families were worthy of its possession, and they could spend one hundred million overdrafts. Lacey gave that card a once-over, her eyes sparkling. The card seemed familiar, as if she had seen it on TV before. But she couldn't remember the details. Hannah didn't think too much of it and treated it as an ordinary VIP card. She picked up the card and left. As soon as she left, a row of black private cars stopped in front of the steel mill with a group of men in suits walking over. “Oh no,” Lacey gulped.