The 'Defective' Billionaire and His Relentless Appetite for Me-Chapter 192: Fake Marriage

In the first half of his life, William Foster gradually became the great villain in the eyes of the world. No one could rival him anymore, and no one could easily hurt him.

For this reason, he now has more time and energy to care about those trivial yet colorful things of his little wife.

From every word Clara Bennett just said, William Foster sensed something unusual.

Especially when she mentioned the barely concealed, even excessive hatred towards Samuel Grant, which left him quite surprised.

This emotion far exceeded his expectations of their relationship.

Could it be that there’s a secret between them that even he isn’t aware of?

Although his intuition told him it was unlikely, another thought flashed across his mind.

Perhaps his little wife was born to be a ruthless character, and anyone who dares to provoke her will eventually receive due punishment.

With this thought, William Foster fell into a brief silence.

Upon reflection, over the years, he himself hadn’t done few things that displeased Clara Bennett.

Pretending to be blind, pretending to be immobile, deliberately eliciting sympathy, even orchestrating a fake marriage...

Whenever he recalls these experiences, William Foster feels a wave of fear.

Had it been someone else going through such things, they probably would have been unable to endure it!

Just when he was feeling down, William Foster suddenly spotted a plate of cherry tomatoes on the table.

That was the breakfast Clara Bennett had prepared for him this morning.

He casually picked one up and put it in his mouth, trying to alleviate his complicated emotions through food.

At this moment, Samuel Grant rang the doorbell.

Soon after, he was led to the door of the study.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a faint fragrance greeted him.

He originally thought he would directly see his brother, but instead, he looked up to see the familiar figure of Clara Bennett greeting him.

She was casually leaning against the large desk, her eyes lightly sweeping towards the door direction.

"You’re here?"

The simple two words made Samuel Grant’s heart involuntarily skip a beat.

For him, the more unattainable something is, the more precious it seems.

Having not seen her for a while, Samuel Grant increasingly felt that Clara Bennett exuded an unprecedented charm, as if she were bathed in gentle and warm light.

Samuel Grant, uneasy, swallowed his saliva: "Clara, did you call me? Is there something you need?"

Upon hearing his words, Clara Bennett’s expression immediately turned sullen, her eyes revealing strong displeasure and anger: "Rude thing, kneel!"

Before Samuel Grant could react, Arthur Davis suddenly kicked him to the ground, his knees hitting the hard floor heavily.

The pain shot through his body like an electric current, making him fume inside.

This bastard!

But that kick also sobered him up instantly, making him realize how dire the current situation was.

The beautiful and gentle image he had imagined in his mind shattered instantly, replaced by this ruthless woman in front of him.

So, what beauty? This woman was the real viper!

Clara Bennett leaned against the desk, arms crossed, her gaze as sharp as a knife: "What did you call me? Say it again!"

Samuel Grant gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner anger and humiliation: "Little aunt."

Clara Bennett raised an eyebrow disdainfully, a hint of mockery in her eyes: "So you do know I’m your little aunt."

Samuel Grant lowered his head, said nothing more, but his heart was filled with anger and grievance.

Clara Bennett coldly raised her eyebrows, showing no intention of letting Samuel Grant stand up, still making him kneel on the ground: "The reason I called you here today is simple, it’s time for you to pay back the money you owe."

Samuel Grant furrowed his brows and asked, "That money... is my uncle in a hurry to use it?"

This is simply a joke!

The Foster family is immensely wealthy, this amount is just a drop in the ocean for him, not worth counting!

Being such a rich relative, especially the Foster family’s elder, not giving him money is one thing, but chasing him for debt is utterly detestable!

Samuel Grant had no sense of being a borrower, but this attitude would only further infuriate Clara Bennett.

"Actually, this money has nothing to do with William, it’s me who asked him to call you. With the Qixi Festival coming up, I’ve already selected a limited edition supercar for your uncle, which costs around a billion. I thought of using the money you owe me to buy such a gift for him. In addition, I have set my eyes on a vacation island worth about another billion. So, that just about makes it two billion."

After hearing this, the color drained from Samuel Grant’s face, leaving it deathly pale.

When he interacted with Clara Bennett, the things she gave him were always trivial little trinkets.

But now she’s getting a ten-billion car and a vacation island for his uncle...

All of this seemed too ironic and absurd.

Clara Bennett hadn’t even gifted a one-million-dollar watch!

She was very displeased, believing that Samuel Grant didn’t regard her at all.

This neglect and difference in treatment filled her with anger and discontent, as though her dignity was being trampled. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The disparity in treatment left Samuel Grant absolutely furious.

His face turned livid, brow tightly furrowed, his entire being akin to a lit fuse, ready to explode at any moment.

He could hardly control his emotions, fury burning in his heart.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm: "Auntie is so good to uncle, but uncle’s legs aren’t well for driving. Buying it would be useless..."

As he spoke, although he tried his best to keep calm, there was a hint of helplessness and reluctance in his voice.

Clara Bennett indifferently replied: "So what? What others have, William must have too; what others don’t have, William must still have. Even gifts that are completely useless, I want to buy them for him. Isn’t that the most touching part? I just want to give my husband such a surprise, do you have any objections?"

Her voice was full of provocation, seeming not to care about Samuel Grant’s feelings at all.

Samuel Grant listened, exceedingly displeased, almost wanting to roar in frustration!

Inwardly, he cursed, why wasn’t he treated this well back then!

A glint of resentment flashed in his eyes, almost compelling him to rush forward and question her.

Clara Bennett, completely ignoring the thoughts in Samuel Grant’s heart, saw his face twisted with anger and knew she had successfully provoked him, a contemptuous smile appearing on her face: "Enough, I don’t want to waste time with useless talk with you. In summary, I’m giving you seven days to gather the money, and if not, I’ll have to personally visit your company to see if there’s anything valuable to take and sell."

Her words were full of threat.