Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband C.519 - : About My Own Background

Chapter 519: Chapter 519: About My Own Background

The woman glanced at Clayton Howard. Although his figure and appearance looked good, his clothes and car had already proven his status. He was just an ordinary family man.

Tsk!

Clayton Howard picked up a small paper bag in his hand and respectfully handed it to Emily Walker, “Here’s the stuff you wanted.”

Emily Walker smiled, “Thank you.” fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Having respectfully bowed, Clayton Howard turned to leave, driving off in his black Audi.

Turning around, Emily Walker took out a large wad of cash from the paper bag and showed it to the arrogant woman, then put it back in the bag and handed it to her.

The arrogant woman had seen 40,000 USD before, but she was, of course, more than happy to extort such an amount for no apparent reason.

In fact, women like them, who relied on men to support them, weren’t really that rich. They just looked flashy on the surface.

Just as the arrogant woman was about to take the small paper bag full of cash from Emily Walker’s hand, Emily suddenly loosened her fingers, causing the bag to fall to the ground and the cash to spill out.

Her hand froze in mid-air. The arrogant woman looked at Emily Walker in front of her, bewildered. Was she doing it on purpose?

After giving the woman in front of her a cold glance, Emily Walker turned around indifferently and started to leave the front door of the company.

Watching her leave, the arrogant woman gritted her teeth in anger. Looking down at the cash bills on the ground, she temporarily suppressed her anger.

She squatted down and picked up the cash.

She’ll take the money as usual. Tomorrow, she’ll tell Young Mister Saxon to fire all three of these women!

The woman picked up all the money and left with a swagger.

Emily Walker walked to the entrance of the company, suddenly stopped and looked back at the mother and daughter still standing in front of the grand entrance.

“Mom, let’s go home. You should go change your clothes,” Yvonne Adams urged her mother, ready to turn around.

Emily Walker walked over, eager to seek clarification on a matter.

“Was it an angry retort or the truth, what you said last time?”

Hearing the detached voice behind her, Emma Hudson and her daughter suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Emily Walker’s calm face.

Emily Walker’s gaze rested on Emma Hudson’s face.

Emma paused for a moment, looking at her somewhat blankly, “What did I say?”

“You said that I…” Emily hesitated.

Actually, she took that sentence as a spur of the moment angry outburst from Emma. However, in her heart, she was always restless about that sentence, especially since Angela Reid had previously suspected that she was her own daughter in the same way.

There’s no smoke without fire, and there must be some truth in the matter. Today, she just wanted to get some clarity.

“You said I’m not my father’s biological child,” Emily raised her eyes and looked calmly at Emma Hudson.

Hearing the words, Emma involuntarily paused, and her gaze seemed to avoid Emily’s probing eyes.

In fact, she didn’t have enough evidence to prove that Emily Walker was not the child of Wilson Carter and Clarissa Adams. However, the incident that year was indeed very surprising.

Seeing her hesitation, Emily’s inner suspicion grew larger.

It seemed that Emma Hudson knew something.

“As long as you tell the truth,” Emily Walker took a check out of her bag. This check was the one Baron Stuart had given her before, the one that had come too late to save Henry Adams. “This check is yours.”

She knew that her Aunt loved money very much. The saying “Money makes ghosts grind the mill” seemed tailor-made for her.