CHAPTER 2: AM I ABOUT TO HAVE TENS OF MILLIONS?

Unlike Martin Wright’s fury, Mia Sutton was in a cheerful mood, dragging her suitcase into the hotel room.

Before she could even set her things down, her phone began to ring. Mia acted as if she hadn’t heard it, neither answering nor silencing it, letting it ring.

But that number was persistent, like a showdown between one person and one phone—one kept ringing, the other remained unmoved.

Eventually, Mia was the first to give in, answering the call from that string of unfamiliar numbers.

She didn’t even give the other person a chance to speak: "If you want that scumbag, take him. No need to report to me, I’ll very gladly move out. Got it?"

After finishing her sentence, she decisively hung up, but two seconds later, that number called again.

Mia picked it up without looking, her tone a bit sharp: "What else?"

A few seconds later, a light laugh came through the phone, magnetic and with a unique male charm.

For a moment, Mia raised her hand to gently touch her earlobe, it felt a little ticklish!

Geez, that’s cheating!

The voice on the other end spoke, "Is this Mia Sutton? I’m Martin Wright’s uncle. I was wondering if you have some time; there’s something I’d like to discuss with you."

After saying that, the other end went quiet, as if waiting for her to make a decision.

Mia raised an eyebrow: Scumbag’s uncle?

Oh, interesting, so is this going to be one of those classic novel scenes where he throws a check at her, letting her fill in the amount, and then walk away with a fortune to leave the scumbag!

She would absolutely be delighted to take it!

...

Jensen Sterling sat on the sofa, the couch sinking in slightly. His legs were somewhat long and sprawled casually, his distinct fingers holding onto his phone.

"Alright."

He heard the voice on the other end; the girl’s voice was soft, sounding well-behaved, unlike her initial tone. He wondered what had made her change her attitude.

Until they agreed on a time and place, after hanging up, Cameron Grant beside him spoke up, "Jensen, don’t you have an event tomorrow?"

He wanted to mention it when Jensen was making the call.

"It’s just an insignificant gathering, cancel it," Jensen said.

Cameron: "."

After hanging up, Mia meticulously completed her skincare routine before going to bed.

The next day!

Mia went to the given address and saw the place: Oh wow, quite extravagant, looks like someone who doesn’t lack money, just wondering how much they’ll use to throw at her.

Mia glanced at the plaque on the door of the private room, quickly adjusting her facial expression to appear vulnerable, then pushed the door open and entered.

The private room was large, and its decor was quite elegant. It didn’t give off a luxurious feeling, but instead, was very comfortable.

A silhouette sat with its back to her on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, and Mia tsked twice in her mind.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, definitely a walking clothes hanger.

"Hello." After a moment of admiration, Mia spoke. "I’m Mia Sutton."

The person stood up; while sitting, he didn’t seem that tall, but standing up, wow, at least 6’2".

Mia blinked her pretty eyes; if this person wasn’t here to shower her with money, she would have considered making a move on him!

As she was thinking that, the person turned around and said warmly, "Hello, I’m Jensen Sterling."

Mia: "..."

"Oh, I know, I know."

Inside, a thousand wild horses galloped past her mind! You gotta be kidding!

Nowadays, anyone who uses the internet knows Jensen Sterling, the man who recently snagged yet another Best Actor award, blazing hot compared to her completely invisible D-list status.

So... the scumbag’s uncle is Jensen Sterling, Jensen Sterling is the scumbag’s uncle?

Are you teasing her!

How do these two even seem to be connected!

Jensen Sterling looked at the shocked expression of the girl in front of him, discreetly sizing her up. The young girl was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and cropped pants, her hair casually tied back, giving off a very fresh aura.

He walked over, gestured towards Mia, "Have a seat."

Though filled with frustration inside, Mia didn’t show any of it on her face and sat down smoothly.

Immediately after, a long, slender hand appeared before her, its fingers distinct and rather attractive, now offering her the menu, "I don’t know your taste, so feel free to order whatever you want."

Mia took it and started ordering; her voice was very polite, followed by a slew of dish names, clearly not holding back.

She ordered all the signature dishes here.

Then she closed the menu and handed it back to him, quite fittingly saying, "I’m done ordering."

She thought Jensen Sterling might add a few more dishes, but she saw him politely hand the menu to the server, "Hello, just these dishes, please."

The server acknowledged and then withdrew.

Mia propped her chin with one hand, her jewel-like eyes blinking, assessing Jensen Sterling. After a few seconds, she couldn’t help but think that this man indeed checked every box on her aesthetic list.

Then she sighed inwardly, what a pity, connected with a scumbag, he probably wouldn’t let her hit on him.

Ah, such beauty, just slipping through her fingers.

Mia lamented for a moment and then spoke, "I didn’t expect that Mr. Sterling is..." The word ’scumbag’ was right on her lips but she cleverly diverted, "Martin Wright’s uncle."

Jensen Sterling’s expression remained calm, and after a moment, he responded.

"I wonder what brings Mr. Sterling here to meet with me today?"