“Take that somewhere else. I don’t need it)”
Judy snapped, pushing the cash away as if it were something filthy.
Kenneth stood there, stunned, holding the wallet awkwardly in his hands.
He looked at her, genuinely baffled.
What kind of woman turned down money so directly?
Was she serious?
This was the first time he had ever met someone like her.
It was honestly surprising
Back when he was overseas, any time he threw money at a problem, people, especially women, would practically fall over themselves to accept
Vahisone? She was rejecting him like he’d insulted her entire bloodline.
Judy, meanwhile, was seething.
What kind of man just shoved money in a woman’s arms like that, as if she were some nameless gold digger?
He hit her car, and his first thought was to toss cash at her like it would fix everything?
Did she look like she needed his money?
She discreetly glanced at her outfit–clean lines, tailored coat, designer heels.
No, nothing looked out of place.
She looked exactly like what she was a woman with status and self–respect,
-Sir, not everything in this world can be measured with money. Try using your brain for once, will you?” she said through clenched teeth. Judy took a breath, still trying to keep
p it civil
“I don’t need your cash. If you’re so rich, why don’t you ago donate it to a charity instead of using it to insult strangers?”
Kenneth was already on edge, trying to rush to the hospital, and now this?
His patience snapped.
“You really are something else. Can’t you just take the money and go get your e
car fixed? he said, exasperated
“What do you want, an apology? What the hell does that even fix? What’s it worth? Nothing!”
To Kenneth, apologies were meaningless.
Words couldn’t repair metal or erase trouble–money could
And money, to him, was just another number in a bottomless account.
Apologies?
Useless Heavy Sentimen
Cash was cleaner, easier, and more efficie
On his phone, those digits meant nothing just cold, notionless numbers strung together.
Judy folded her arms with disdain.
“You think I care about your packet change? Do I look like I need your money?”
Over the past year, she’d worked hard, built her business from the ground up, and made a solid name for herself.
She wasn’t just holding her owTI.
She was thriving.
And that was exactly why she could stand here and talk to a man like him without flinching.
She had fought her way up, so she’d never have to bow in front of some arogant rich man ever again..
She didn’t need their approval, and she damn well didn’t need their handouts.
Kenneth looked at her, feeling a headache coming on.
This woman was impossible.
All he knew was how to solve things with money,
He was in a rush.
He didn’t have time for drawn–out arguments.
“Alright then, Miss…”
He sighed, trying to keep calm.
“What do you want
That only tiled Judy up further.
“What do I want? You were the one who hit me, and now I have to ask you to take responsibility?
“You should be figuring that out yourself. Sincerely, if you’ve even got that in you!”
She was speechless. Was this how all tich men operated?
Kenneth rolled his eyes hard, his patience hanging by a thread.
Just as he opened his mouth to respond, a new voice cut through the tension.
“Bro, are you done yet? Why are you taking so long?!!
The car door opened, and Wendy’s impatient voice rang out.
Both Kenneth and Judy turned their heads instinctively toward the sound.
But before Kenneth could say a word, Judy’s eyes widened in shock.
“You? What are you doing here?!”
Hearing her voice, Kenneth glanced between the two women, clearly caught off guard,
There was definitely more going on than he’d expected.