From A Humiliating Bet To The Boss He Can’t Have Chapter 09
Backed into a corner, Sloane suddenly laughed coldly.
“Yes, she took nothing. But she wasted four years of her life, didn’t she? Wasn’t she just trying to become Mrs. Whitmore? Walking away now only means the prenup didn’t offer enough.”
“The venue deposit and the wedding planner were both paid by her.”
Grant stared at her.
“Sloane, she didn’t even make me pay for that.”
Sloane’s lips moved, but nothing came out.
Someone in the corner muttered, “Didn’t you say that if Mara really walked away without taking a cent, you’d eat your club membership card?”
“Shut up!”
Sloane whipped around in fury. “No one asked you!”
But Grant picked up the tablet on the table.
“There’s one more thing. Mara never liked excess, so why did the planning proposal include a castle venue, an expensive champagne tower, and chartered transportation?”
Sloane’s eyes flickered. “That’s what she discussed with the planner. How would I know?”
“My assistant found the email trail.”
Grant tapped the screen.