Standing in front of the mirror, Emma wiped her face. Her night cream that Jeremy bought from an expensive brand is finished. That particular one really suited her skin. She wanted to buy a new bottle but she didn't have money in her account.
How could that stupid lumberjack abandon me like this? Don't I deserve a good night cream?
As she was lamenting the loss of her money pouch, she felt the familiar hand wrapping around her waist. She wanted to clench her jaws but she forced herself to smile.
She thought he'd have millions but it seems like his net worth is tied in stocks and the stocks his family invested in are starting to fall.
Out of a sudden; just in a couple of days, his value fell five hundred percentage – as if someone powerful is making sure that every investment he and his family made is facing loss.
