For a time, no one dared to say anything.

“Good!” Margot was satisfied and was about to seal the deal.

“I object,” Dustin said.

“You?” Margot looked at him, and her face darkened. “Who do you think you are? You have no place to speak here.”

“Shut up! Pick up the money on the floor and leave!” Christian shooed him away in annoyance.

“You’re not satisfied with three million dollars and want to marry Simone anyway? Dream on! You’re not even worthy of dusting Mr. Devon’s shoes, and you dar