Chapter 1141 The Final Battle (VIII)

• Kate Penrose’s meaning couldn’t be clearer—she was asking when the two of them planned to finally get married. They’d come all this way, survived hell and back—losing and finding each other, even brushing past death. They’d weathered enough storms together. It was time to talk marriage. “The longer you wait, the messier it gets. Don’t stall till prices shoot up and cash tanks in value. By the time I hand you the red envelope I saved, it’ll be worth squat.”
• Madison Sawyer’s face flared a bright crimson. “Sis…”
• “If prices go up, you gotta bump the red envelope to match, right?” Chadwick Fullner saw how flustered Madison was and, instead of backing off, laced his fingers more tightly with hers. Madison tugged twice and couldn’t get free, then froze, not knowing what to do with herself.