Chapter 3 - The Wager Agreement

• The next morning, I went to the bridal shop to cancel the wedding dress order. As soon as I walked in, I saw a familiar figure.
• Tiffany was wearing the wedding dress I had ordered, trying it on in front of the mirror.
• When she saw me in the mirror, she pretended to be shocked and turned around, looking pitiful. "Miss. Miller, I... I just thought this wedding dress was beautiful, so I wanted to try it on. Please don’t be angry."
• Knowing she was deliberately provoking me, I walked up with a cold gaze.
• "My wedding dress is dirty. It seems to be a mistake from the bridal shop, so I don’t want this dress anymore."
• I was thinking about how to return the dress.
• Unexpectedly, an excuse came to me.
• The shop assistant next to me turned pale and was about to explain when Tiffany suddenly spoke up, biting her lip in self-blame. "Miss. Miller, please don’t misunderstand. It’s because Mr. Brown said that you and I have similar body shapes, so he wanted me to come and try it on... If you’re not happy, I’ll take it off now."
• After speaking, she made a move to take off her clothes.
• Similar body shapes?
• What a blatant hint.
• My eyes turned cold, just about to say something when a low, angry voice came from behind.
• "Lynn!"
• Kevin walked in wearing a suit, still handsome and imposing, but at this moment, there was a hint of annoyance on his face.
• "Why do you always make things difficult for her? Haven’t I explained to you before that it’s because I have some cooperation with the Clark family, so I have to take care of her a bit more? Besides, what’s wrong with trying on a wedding dress?"
• "What’s wrong?"
• I smiled. "Kevin, you know me. I won’t keep anything that’s dirty."
• I stared directly into Kevin’s eyes, clearly seeing a flicker of guilt in them.
• There was a brief moment of silence in the air.
• Tiffany walked pitifully to my side, speaking softly, "Miss. Miller, I’m really sorry. It’s all my fault for making things so messy. How about... I’ll buy this wedding dress..."
• As she spoke, she lowered her head, looking like she had done something wrong.
• Before Kevin could speak, I sneered coldly, "You buy it? Sure. You said you have a very similar body shape to mine, so this wedding dress will suit you perfectly."
• A hint of resentment flashed in Tiffany’s eyes.
• I knew she was just casually mentioning it, wanting me to be her background. After all, I personally picked out this wedding dress, and it was not easy to just give it to her.
• But she was wrong. Not only the wedding dress—but also the trash-like man—I let her have them all.
• Kevin’s face darkened, lowering his voice to comfort me.
• "If you don’t want it, we won’t have it. We can choose a new wedding dress, how about that?"
• Pretending.
• I suppressed my disgust and casually replied, "Let’s talk about it later. There are a lot of things going on in the company recently. I don’t have the mood to deal with these."
• I had already decided not to marry him, so why bother choosing another wedding dress?
• Ten minutes later, we left the wedding dress shop one after another.
• I was about to open the car door when Tiffany suddenly walked over with a pale face, softly asking for help, "Mr. Brown, Miss. Miller, I’m feeling a bit unwell in my stomach. Can I... get a ride?"
• Kevin hesitated, subconsciously looking at me.
• I didn’t mind and smiled generously, "Sure, you go ahead and take her. I’ll go back by myself."
• Kevin’s face immediately showed a relieved smile.
• "Darling, you are really understanding. In that case, I’ll take her to the hospital first and contact you later."
• I nodded with a smile.
• Watching them leave, my smile turned cold and mocking again.
• Later, I took a taxi back home.
• The first thing I did when I got home was log into the company’s financial system and start settling the joint assets with Kevin.
• I scrolled with the mouse, looking at the densely packed bills on the screen, my thoughts drifting back three years.
• Every project, every decision in the company, was my painstaking effort.
• Everyone knew I was Kevin’s girlfriend—the vice president of the company—but no one knew that it was me who funded Kevin in the first place, giving him the initial capital.
• My gaze stopped on a document.
• It was a betting agreement.
• That year, Kevin was proud and unwilling to accept my funding for nothing, so he self-righteously drafted this agreement.
• The agreement stated that if the company could not go public within three years, he would have to compensate me with a huge sum of five billion.
• Seeing this, I sneered in my heart.
• There wasn’t much time left before the agreement expired, and the current situation of the company made it impossible to go public in a short time.
• So, this money...
• Kevin was doomed to lose!
• I was lost in my thoughts when Kevin suddenly called.
• As soon as the phone was answered, Kevin, who was usually calm and steady, suddenly changed his demeanor—his cold voice tinged with a hint of anger.
• "Lynn, hurry to the company. Something big has happened!"
• My heart skipped a beat.
• "I got it. I’ll be there right away."
• Twenty minutes later, my car was parked in front of the He Building.
• As soon as I got out of the car, I headed straight to the project department.
• "What’s going on!"
• The assistant hurriedly explained beside me, "Miss. Miller, it’s like this. The company’s core technology has been stolen—suspected of having a mole in the company!"
• I furrowed my brows and quickened my pace.
• Many people were gathered in the project department; almost all of the shareholders were there.
• "Miss. Miller is here!"
• The crowd immediately dispersed, and I walked up to Kevin, my voice tense, "What’s going on exactly? Only five people in the entire company know about the core technology—how could it have been leaked!"
• Kevin raised his eyes, and in the depths of his gaze, there was a hint of disappointment that I couldn’t understand.
• "Lynn, are you asking me?"
• I was stunned. "What do you mean by that?"
• Kevin stood up, his tall figure exuding a strong sense of aggression—particularly intimidating.
• "All the evidence now points to the spy being someone you planted. Lynn, you really disappoint me!"
• I felt like I had been struck by lightning.
• A spy?
• "I trusted you so much... allowed you to access the company’s core technology. I never expected—never expected—that the person stabbing me in the back would be someone closest to me."