Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 66

Lawrence snorted lightly, not wanting to answer my question directly.

Instead, he glanced at me and gave me a meaningful smile, a smile that was even a bit creepy. "At least in one aspect, I have won over him."

Why is he staring at me like that?

It seemed as if he was saying that having me meant he had won over Christopher.

But I had never been with Christopher, so why did it sound like if I wasn't with him, I would definitely be with Christopher?

He seemed obsessed, treating Christopher as an imaginary enemy.

I tentatively asked, "So, you set your sights on me, created opportunities for me to fall in love with you at first sight, and pretended to be deeply in love with me, deceiving everyone, not for money, but to win over Christopher."

Lawrence just smiled without saying anything, looking at me like that.

I shook my head, "No, for someone with your ambitious personality, just this reason isn't enough to support you pretending for so long, pretending so hard, so you don't need the reason of winning over Christopher."

Lawrence swirled the wine in his glass with a half-smile, "You sure are protective of him!"

I opened my mouth, wanting to say that it wasn't that I was protective, but that people like him never thought they were wrong and always liked to blame others.

He, however, no longer looked at me. Instead, he downed the wine in his glass in one gulp and then poured himself another glass.

He then looked at my glass, saw that there wasn't much left, and poured some for me. He then raised his glass and clinked it against mine, producing a crisp sound, and then drank several more sips in front of me.

After that, perhaps because the alcohol was kicking in, he opened up, "You have quite the patience today."

"You are quite leisurely too. Ever since you took over the Turner Group, you have been quite busy, probably busy with work, plus managing Clara outside and me at home, a master of time management!"

I said with a light laugh, and when I mentioned Clara, I didn't bring up any anger, as if I was talking about ordinary family matters.

"Hahaha." Lawrence suddenly laughed, "When you say that, I would think you still hold a grudge against Clara, or rather, you haven't forgiven me at all and are just pretending to forgive me? Am I right?"

I looked up at him, took a bite of steak, chewed slowly, wiped my mouth, and then answered him, "What do you think? Whether I have forgiven you or not, sitting here with you on a trip and a date is the best answer, isn't it?"

Lawrence just smiled without saying anything, but he brought up another topic, "It shouldn't be called the Turner Group now, it should be called the Phillips Group! You said it yourself, after I took over, I have been very busy, working so hard, yet you still think it's called the Turner Group? You don't plan to give me anything, do you? You don't see my hard work and effort.

Just like Kyle, who couldn't see how good I was to you and still despised me. Do you actually look down on me deep down?"

A trace of hostility flashed in Lawrence's eyes.

He had always held a grudge against my parents for not liking him back then, even though Kyle had already passed away, he still couldn't get over it.

I just looked at him and asked, "And you? Do you want the entire Turner Group? Would that really satisfy you? Even if we were to divorce, would you part amicably, for example, taking what you have now and separating from me, and I take what I have and leave?"

I sneered.

Everyone knew the truth.

Lawrence's ambition was huge. If he didn't have such ambition and didn't covet the financial funds I had, I would either be dead by now or we would have divorced long ago.

After all, the person he was eager to marry was Clara.

A woman richer than me and willing to sleep with him.

Seeing that I had said this much, Lawrence seemed to peel off a bit of his disguise, "You talk as if you are so generous and noble. You and your parents have always guarded against me, never letting me touch those financial funds. Even when I was struggling with that tech company, drinking and ending up in the hospital, it was only then that you were willing to take out a few million dollars to help me out. You didn't love me as much as you think!"

I was almost amused by Lawrence's words.

Back then, I had initially offered to take out money to help him, but he didn't remember at all. To maintain his image as a good husband and a good man, he deliberately refused several times before accepting, not because he was embarrassed.

But to maintain the image in my mind that he loved me, not my money, to get more out of me.

"What illness, what lack of money to keep the company afloat, wasn't that all your lies? You, a liar, still have the nerve to question my sincerity!"

I sneered, my eyes filled with contempt.

Lawrence's smile faded, and he seemed to think I was underestimating him too much.

He looked at me deeply, like a venomous snake waiting to strike when one let their guard down.

"You figured that out too?" Lawrence looked at me with some surprise and couldn't help but ask, "When did you find out? You've been acting for so long."

But I didn't feel any joy in discovering this.

If I had found out shortly after he tricked me into giving him money, maybe my child wouldn't have died.

I bit my teeth so hard I almost broke them, barely holding back my anger.

Instead, I smiled and said, "Am I good at acting? Not as good as you. Your acting is so good, from when you pursued me, to when we got married, to when our child died, for such a long time, I didn't realize you were acting.

You know, you look good and your acting is good, you might make more money in the entertainment industry."

Lawrence heard my sarcasm, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it with a light laugh.

"Then we are quite similar, after all, birds of a feather flock together!" Lawrence said with interest, taking another sip of wine, his eyes seemed to drift far away.

But just thinking about us being married made me feel disgusted.

I didn't hold back, "A family that constantly wants me dead, I'd rather not have, let alone live under the same roof.

I really don't understand, Lawrence, you put drugs in my supplements, causing the child to be underdeveloped and eventually die at birth. Did you ever feel any remorse or softness, even for a moment? That child was also your child, how could you be so cold-blooded and indifferent?"

Having said this much, my eyes no longer held any smile, just looking at him.

The cool mountain breeze blew, bringing a bit of chill.

But what was colder was my heart.

Lawrence looked at me and suddenly burst into laughter.

Laughing, he slapped the table, laughing even more wildly, as if his stomach hurt from laughing, very manic, and very vulgar.

I looked at him coldly, mentioning the child, how could I still laugh, I just wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood to ease my hatred.