Chapter 771 Of Course, I Don't Love Her Anymore
The lady of the house quickly sent over the payment. "Let's swap contact info. We need cleaning three times a week, and if we're out of town, you can come daily. I'll reach out to you directly."
"Got it. I'm heading out now." Saskia put the cleaning tools back in the storage room and left.
Living in a fancy neighborhood had its perks. The house had all the cleaning supplies Saskia needed, so she didn't have to bring anything with her.
"Sweetheart, is that the new dress you just bought? It looks amazing on you. You get more beautiful every day," the man of the house complimented his wife from behind.
He lived in such a luxurious home and had a high-paying job not because of his own abilities, but because he married well. Even though he secretly despised his wife, thinking she was like a cow, he always spoke sweetly to her.
As for Saskia, she was such a stunning woman. He may not have succeeded today, but he knew there would be more chances in the future.
Meanwhile, Nathaniel was at his law firm. After organizing some documents, he met with a client.
They discussed many details of the case, and the client repeatedly emphasized, "Mr. Egan, we must win this case. We can't afford to lose. Besides your legal fees, I've prepared a little gift for you. Please accept it."
As he spoke, he handed over a bag filled with gold bars.
Nathaniel refused. He didn't even open the bag and returned it immediately. "You're my client. I'll do my best to win this case for you. You don't need to give me anything extra. It's my job."
"Thank you, Mr. Egan. Thank you so much." The client left, expressing his gratitude.
His girlfriend was waiting outside. When he came out, they walked hand in hand toward their car.
Seeing this, Nathaniel reminisced about his days with Saskia. They would always share everything with each other—whether it was good news or bad. They celebrated the joyful moments together and came up with plans during the tough times. Once such close lovers, now they had fallen to this point.
As Nathaniel tried to find something else to occupy his mind, his phone suddenly buzzed. After all these years, his ringtone hadn't changed, and for a moment, he thought it might be Saskia calling.
He quickly glanced at the screen, but it wasn't her. He answered, "Herschel, what brings you to call me today?"
"I've gotten myself into a bit of a mess and could really use your help. Would you be able to lend me some money?" Herschel Trevino's voice was tentative, as if he were struggling to find the right words.
Nathaniel saw money as just a number. Without hesitation, he asked, "How much do you need?"
"I need..." There was a pause on the other end.
Nathaniel waited for a moment, thinking Herschel was embarrassed to say. He asked again, "How much do you need? Just tell me. We've known each other for years. I know your situation. Name a number, and I'll transfer it to you right now."Herschel and Nathaniel went way back to their college days, both majoring in law. After graduation, one became a lawyer, the other a judge. Because of their work, they saw each other often.
During the four years after Nathaniel and Saskia split, Nathaniel often felt down and would go drinking with Herschel. Their friendship was solid, so lending money was no big deal.
Herschel responded, "Alright, I'll be straight with you. Can you lend me a hundred grand? I need it in cash. Let's meet at the bar tonight, and you can bring the cash."
"Why do you need cash? A transfer would be much easier." Nathaniel was puzzled.
Herschel paused for a moment before explaining, "It's for my grandmother. She's in her eighties, can't read, and doesn't have a phone. She only trusts cash. Please, Nathaniel, I'm asking for your help."
"Okay, see you at the usual spot tonight," Nathaniel agreed.
He needed a drink anyway. He went to a nearby bank, withdrew the money, put it in a paper bag, and drove to the bar.
Over the past four years, he had become a regular there, familiar with the staff.
As soon as he walked in, a scantily clad woman greeted him with a drink. "Mr. Egan, you're here! We have some new drinks. Would you like to try one?"
"No, thanks." Nathaniel didn't even glance at her.
Undeterred, the woman moved closer. "What about a fruit platter? If you don't like me, we have some new girls, each with their own talents. I can arrange for a few to join you."
Everyone knew who Nathaniel was—the heir to the Egan family, with plenty of money. If any of them could catch his eye, they'd hit the jackpot.
Nathaniel stopped. "I said no. Don't you understand?"
"Alright, I'll leave you be. If you need anything, just call me," the woman said, reluctantly walking away.
She watched Nathaniel walk away, frustration etched on her face. She had dressed provocatively, and every man in the bar had noticed her—except for Nathaniel. He stayed as indifferent as ever. Whoever could win him over must be something special!
Nathaniel made his way to a booth in the back where Herschel was waiting, with several drinks already on the table.
"What's going on? Did something happen?" Nathaniel asked, sitting down and downing a beer.
Herschel didn't answer directly. Instead, he said, "You started drinking as soon as you got here. Thinking about Saskia again? There are plenty of beautiful women out there. Why are you still hung up on her?"
All of Nathaniel's friends, male and female, thought Saskia had been using him. She was just a pretty face, while Nathaniel was handsome, wealthy, and exceptional in every way.
Saskia didn't appreciate him and even dared to break up with him. How could she be worth his time?
"It's been four years. Of course, I don't still love her," Nathaniel lied.
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