But in the next second, Phoebe shoved her aside and crushed the remaining shards under her heel.
“Lawyer Nelson, you’re paid to handle contracts—not antiques. You heard what they said—the real vase was bought by the richest man in New York for his son to use as a flower vase. As if that would ever end up in this house.”
Blake immediately gasped dramatically. “Unless Gabriel stole it from the richest man’s house?”
“Or wait... did he actually seduce the richest man himself?!”
I couldn't help but laugh at their ridiculous assumptions.
“Well, since we’re putting cards on the table, I'll tell you. The richest man in New York? That’s my dad.”
Phoebe and Blake locked eyes for a moment—then burst out laughing like it was the funniest joke they had ever heard.
“Oh wow,” Phoebe wheezed. “Gabriel, I know your family’s situation like the back of my hand. Your dad? New York’s richest man? Oh please—maybe your sugar daddy.”
Narrowing her eyes, she added, “So that’s how you swing, huh? You go both ways now?”
“Well, considering you’ve got connections like that, I suppose I could reconsider the breakup. You don’t even have to pay five hundred thousand anymore.”
“All I ask is that you sign these agreements and make sure your ‘father’ supports my family’s business annually”
“In return, I’ll make sure you and your sugar... I mean, father, can keep everything discreet.”
I never imagined Phoebe could be this shameless.
What did she take me for? Some pawn in a game of transactional marriage?
If not for this five hundred thousand dollar fiasco, I might’ve actually been fooled by her looks.
Phoebe scribbled the new, last-minute conditions directly onto the prenuptial agreement in front of me—terms she had clearly just made up on the spot.
“Gabriel, sign it,” she ordered coolly.
Blake instantly jumped in, panicking.
“Miss Wright, how could a man as reckless and indecent as him be worthy of marrying you?!”
“Besides, if he really had ties to the richest man in New York, someone that is obsessed with money, do you really think he’d eat at some cheap chain restaurant if he had access to that kind of wealth?”
“I’m telling you, he’s bluffing! He’s using that identity to scare you into marrying him. Don’t fall for it!”
Phoebe hesitated. Then sighed, as if it were all out of her hands.
“Blake, even if he is a gold-digger, once he signs this, he won’t escape my control after the wedding.”