CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 116 HUSBAND, HUSBAND! (5) [ADD MORE]

"I..." Mina Federick glanced at President Song’s disapproving gaze and quickly put on an obsequious smile. "It’s... it’s nothing. S-shall I get you another glass?"

Mina Federick reached for the cup in Vera’s hand. Vera loosened her grip, and the paper cup fell to the floor.

"No need." Vera’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "Someone like me, how could I possibly be worthy of *you* fetching water for me!"

Vera couldn’t stand such an arrogant attitude in the past, but now, it was the perfect response to these contemptuous jerks.

President Song frowned and shot Mina a sidelong glance. "You can’t even handle such a small task? Get lost!"

"Yes, President Song!"

Mina Federick hurriedly picked up the cup and slinked off to a corner dejectedly.

"Miss Wave, the transfer form is ready!" Robert Taylor kneeled as he offered her the completed transfer slip. "Would you... sign it?"

He had squandered her eighteen million and humiliated her.

Did he think that was the end of it? Far from it!

"Oh dear, I was so preoccupied with my water, I completely forgot!" Vera pulled another bank card from her wallet. "I’ve forgotten the password for that card. Please deposit the money into this one instead."

It was clear she was deliberately making things difficult.

Robert Taylor cursed inwardly, took back the form, and started rewriting it. Just as he was about to finish, Vera spoke again.

"I’m so sorry to trouble you again, Manager Taylor, but I’ve changed my mind. I’d like to split this one hundred million into two parts and deposit them into these two cards of mine!"

Beside them, a few traces of displeasure also appeared on President Song’s face.

"Miss Wave, could you please think it through carefully before making your decision?"

With the way she’s carrying on, does she even intend to deposit the money? President Song wondered.

"Alright." Vera leaned back against the sofa and pretended to mull it over for a moment. "In that case, Manager Taylor, please help me open one hundred new cards. Divide this one hundred million into one hundred portions and deposit them into these newly opened cards."

"You!" Robert Taylor was a man, after all; being toyed with like this by a young girl made his blood boil. Gripping his pen, he shot to his feet. "You wretched girl, are you doing this on purpose to mess with me?!"

He shot up so suddenly that he bumped the coffee table. One of its legs scraped against the floor, producing a harsh, grating sound.

Vera flinched and instinctively shrank back.

"So what if I am? You got a problem with that?!"

Not far away, a pleasant male voice, carrying equal measures of pride and insolence, rang out, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.

Initially, everyone’s attention had been focused on Vera, who sat by the coffee table. Hearing that statement, they all turned their heads in unison.

Where their gazes landed, they saw a young man in a high-end, custom-tailored suit. One hand was thrust into his pocket as he casually strolled across the bank’s main hall, an assistant in a business suit following close behind.

The young man was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a face handsome enough to make girls swoon. Beneath his fine, long eyebrows, his peach-blossom eyes seemed to hold a teasing, half-hidden smile. His seemingly nonchalant gait exuded an air of someone who believed no one else around him mattered.

The moment President Song saw this young man, he immediately shot up from his chair.

"Mr. Cooper! Your presence truly graces our humble bank. Really, if there was anything you needed, a phone call would have sufficed for me to come to you. Why did you have to make the trip yourself?!"

Vera’s heart gave a jolt when she saw him too.

How did this big shot show up here?

Just as she braced herself to rise from the sofa, Kris Cooper’s hand reached out, landed on her shoulder, and almost imperceptibly pressed her back down.

His warm hand lifted from her shoulder and rested on top of her head, ruffling her hair indulgently. Kris Cooper smiled as he looked at President Song opposite him.

"President Song, my Vera... she hasn’t caused you any trouble, has she?"

Author’s Note: Late-night bonus Chapter! Oh, haha! I just love it when our dear Kris Cooper steps on faces all while beaming. [Compared to face-slapping, this author still finds foot-stomping more satisfying.]

Today’s question: Who took Vera’s first time?

Goodnight, everyone! ~!~