Jiang Haoyan slammed his hand onto the table, his voice strained with irritation.
"But what she said isn't entirely without merit. We have a mutual benefit here, I need to think this over."
...
As soon as Mrs. Mo walked out of the hotel, she immediately removed her hat and gloves, and her smiling expression also withdrew.
The smooth and courteous façade vanished in an instant, replaced with pride and indifference.
As she settled into the car, she touched the wedding ring on her ring finger and raised her eyebrows.
"Transfer the final payment into their account, and have them send me a batch of fake pregnancy drugs, just in case."
"Yes, ma'am. Shall we go straight back to the young master's place now?"
The driver turned back and asked respectfully.
"Drive. Let's take a turn around here. I've been tense all day; I need to feel the wind."
Mrs. Mo, weary, pressed her temples and massaged them.
