Chapter 119

• "It looks like I had underestimated Mr. Carter," the woman said grabbing the remote and switching off the TV. They had been watching the press conference and Lisandra couldn't answer her because she was too shocked to even come up with a coherent sentence. Max had put a price on her head. Five fucking million dollars. He'd give all that money to anyone who told him her whereabouts. Even for her, that was a lot of money. He'd told her he could use his money to make her life miserable but she hadn't believed it until that moment. How dare he? And all that for Emilia?
• That fucking witch had ruined her life. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. In her head, at that moment, she was supposed to be vacationing somewhere with him, celebrating their fourth or fifth anniversary. They would be in a five-star hotel on either a tropical island or abroad, someplace cool and romantic. Since she couldn't have children, they would be discussing about adopting one. She had even imagined them visiting several orphanages to pick a child that suited them.
• But that wasn't the case. Because he'd made the mistake of not going to London with Preston and met a fucking waitress and their lives had come to this. To him putting a price on her head. If she even stepped foot outside and anyone saw her, she was dead meat. Lisandra was sure that even a dog would recognize her because there were five million dollars waiting to be claimed. That was easy money. If bounty hunters didn't come after her, the average person would definitely do. She hadn't met anyone who didn't like easy money. People went looking for lost dogs just so they could claim fifty bucks. What wouldn't they do for millions?