Dear Billionaire, I'm Not Your Wife Anymore! - Chapter 29: Chapter 29
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"Right," I answered.
"No problem, this is exactly what I'm best at. I guarantee I'll get you photos within a week," he said confidently.
I didn't intend to chat too deeply with him for now, just wanted to try him out first.
"What are your rates?" I asked.
"I need to see your husband's information first, otherwise I can't estimate the price," he shrugged.
I took out my phone, opened a photo and handed it over: "His name is Braden, he's the CEO of Kinsley Investment Banking Group."
"Your husband is... New York's richest man, Braden?" The expression on his face was clearly stunned, his whole person shaken.
Seeing his reaction, I put away my phone: "If you feel pressured, then forget it."
"No, no, I'll take it! As long as you can pay the price, I'll definitely take it," he said very quickly, his eyes lighting up. This should be a big deal for him.
He actually didn't know Braden was married? It seems I, as Mrs. Kinsley, really was low-key enough.
Seeing he was quite confident, I began negotiating the price, finally settling on three hundred thousand.
Although I thought it was a bit expensive, for the sake of fighting for my daughter's custody, I gritted my teeth and agreed.
"Miss, you need to pay travel expenses first, about one hundred thousand," he reminded me.
I nodded and immediately transferred one hundred thousand to him on the spot.
With my daughter not by my side and the lab preparation work not starting until after New Year, I didn't have anywhere to go for the moment. I checked the time and called Cole.
"Hello?" He answered quite quickly.
"Cole, want to have lunch together?" I asked him.
"Sure, my treat."
"We'll talk when we meet," I smiled.
I made an appointment with Cole at the same restaurant Clara had taken me to before.
At the dining table, he held his teacup while saying: "Charlotte, you'd better be mentally prepared—there's a high possibility Braden will invest."
I nodded: "Mm."
It wasn't that I absolutely had to hide it from him, I just wanted to tell him after officially entering the lab. After all, I would divorce sooner or later, and by then my career would have to be public.
We were talking when a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the entrance—it was Charles, coming in for dinner with friends. He spotted us immediately, surprise showing on his face.
"Charles, what are you looking at? Hurry up and come eat," his friend pulled him inside.
Charles glanced at us, seeming to want to come over and greet us, but seeing that Cole and I were chatting happily, he restrained himself and followed his friend to a private room.
After entering the private room, his friend patted his shoulder: "Charles, did you ask about that thing I asked you to help me with last time? I really want to cooperate with Kinsley Group."
"Oh, I've been so busy I forgot. Let me ask for you right now," Charles smiled, looking somewhat apologetic, then picked up his phone and called Braden.
"Charles, what's up?" Braden's voice came through.
"Braden, about that new district investment project of yours, I have a friend who opened a design company, quite creative. Could you give me some face and arrange a meeting sometime?"
"Let's talk after New Year. I'm not free before then."
"Alright, no rush on timing. By the way, I just saw your wife—she's having dinner with Cole at a restaurant."
"Is that so?" Braden's tone was flat.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"No."
Charles could tell he didn't want to say more, so he smiled and said: "Alright then, we're eating, let's meet up another time."
After hanging up, Charles's friend leaned over and asked: "Braden is married? Isn't he with that piano genius Linda? I even saw them traveling abroad together at the airport."
"You guys don't know?" Charles looked at the people present. "Braden has been married for six years."
Everyone looked shocked.
The man from earlier said enviously: "But that Linda really is a stunning beauty. I've seen so many beautiful women, but none can compare to her."
"She's a talented woman in the piano world—that artistic temperament isn't something ordinary beauties can match. Last time I saw her advertisement, I stood there staring for ages," another person chimed in.
Charles smiled: "Don't talk nonsense in the future. Braden has a wife, and his daughter is already five years old."
"No problem, this is exactly what I'm best at. I guarantee I'll get you photos within a week," he said confidently.
I didn't intend to chat too deeply with him for now, just wanted to try him out first.
"What are your rates?" I asked.
"I need to see your husband's information first, otherwise I can't estimate the price," he shrugged.
I took out my phone, opened a photo and handed it over: "His name is Braden, he's the CEO of Kinsley Investment Banking Group."
"Your husband is... New York's richest man, Braden?" The expression on his face was clearly stunned, his whole person shaken.
Seeing his reaction, I put away my phone: "If you feel pressured, then forget it."
"No, no, I'll take it! As long as you can pay the price, I'll definitely take it," he said very quickly, his eyes lighting up. This should be a big deal for him.
He actually didn't know Braden was married? It seems I, as Mrs. Kinsley, really was low-key enough.
Seeing he was quite confident, I began negotiating the price, finally settling on three hundred thousand.
Although I thought it was a bit expensive, for the sake of fighting for my daughter's custody, I gritted my teeth and agreed.
"Miss, you need to pay travel expenses first, about one hundred thousand," he reminded me.
I nodded and immediately transferred one hundred thousand to him on the spot.
With my daughter not by my side and the lab preparation work not starting until after New Year, I didn't have anywhere to go for the moment. I checked the time and called Cole.
"Hello?" He answered quite quickly.
"Cole, want to have lunch together?" I asked him.
"Sure, my treat."
"We'll talk when we meet," I smiled.
I made an appointment with Cole at the same restaurant Clara had taken me to before.
At the dining table, he held his teacup while saying: "Charlotte, you'd better be mentally prepared—there's a high possibility Braden will invest."
I nodded: "Mm."
It wasn't that I absolutely had to hide it from him, I just wanted to tell him after officially entering the lab. After all, I would divorce sooner or later, and by then my career would have to be public.
We were talking when a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the entrance—it was Charles, coming in for dinner with friends. He spotted us immediately, surprise showing on his face.
"Charles, what are you looking at? Hurry up and come eat," his friend pulled him inside.
Charles glanced at us, seeming to want to come over and greet us, but seeing that Cole and I were chatting happily, he restrained himself and followed his friend to a private room.
After entering the private room, his friend patted his shoulder: "Charles, did you ask about that thing I asked you to help me with last time? I really want to cooperate with Kinsley Group."
"Oh, I've been so busy I forgot. Let me ask for you right now," Charles smiled, looking somewhat apologetic, then picked up his phone and called Braden.
"Charles, what's up?" Braden's voice came through.
"Braden, about that new district investment project of yours, I have a friend who opened a design company, quite creative. Could you give me some face and arrange a meeting sometime?"
"Let's talk after New Year. I'm not free before then."
"Alright, no rush on timing. By the way, I just saw your wife—she's having dinner with Cole at a restaurant."
"Is that so?" Braden's tone was flat.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"No."
Charles could tell he didn't want to say more, so he smiled and said: "Alright then, we're eating, let's meet up another time."
After hanging up, Charles's friend leaned over and asked: "Braden is married? Isn't he with that piano genius Linda? I even saw them traveling abroad together at the airport."
"You guys don't know?" Charles looked at the people present. "Braden has been married for six years."
Everyone looked shocked.
The man from earlier said enviously: "But that Linda really is a stunning beauty. I've seen so many beautiful women, but none can compare to her."
"She's a talented woman in the piano world—that artistic temperament isn't something ordinary beauties can match. Last time I saw her advertisement, I stood there staring for ages," another person chimed in.
Charles smiled: "Don't talk nonsense in the future. Braden has a wife, and his daughter is already five years old."
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