Chapter 649

Chapter 649:

Jada had been drifting in a fog for the past few days. Her spirits lifted only when she learned that the Qiviut Organization’s assessment was about to begin. If she could secure a spot with them, her future would be bright, and she wouldn’t have to rely on the Riggs family anymore.

She was immersed in her studies when Wesley’s call interrupted her.

“Jada!” Wesley’s voice came through, tight and strained.

Jada asked, “Aren’t you grounded? Did your grandfather let you out?”

“No, Jada. I couldn’t bear the thought of being cooped up at home, so I did something that made my grandpa even angrier. Now he wants to cut ties with me,” Wesley said. “Jada, I have nowhere to go now.”

“What? Are you serious?” Jada gasped, shock washing over her.

“Your grandfather wouldn’t be that heartless, would he?”

“Zahir’s back, and naturally, my grandpa favors him,” Wesley lamented, his voice dripping with defeat. Jada struggled to process the news. That old man, Clayton, was far too biased!

“Jada, can you take me in?” Wesley’s voice brimmed with hope.

“I… of course, I can,” Jada replied.

Wesley’s spirits soared. He knew full well that Jada was far too kind-hearted to turn him away.

“It’s just that I’m not in a great situation either. My parents are going through a messy divorce. I can give you some cash to stay in a hotel for now,” Jada said.

Wesley frowned and asked, “Jada, don’t you have your own place?”

“That house was given to me by my dad, but now he doesn’t want me to keep it. There’s nothing I can do,” Jada sighed.

In reality, she was now living in that house. The relentless bickering between her parents had become unbearable, and with the looming assessment pressing down on her, she knew she had to escape.

Wesley reluctantly agreed.

Once he hung up, he turned to Zahir, a smug grin spreading across his face. “See? I told you Jada wouldn’t abandon me.” Zahir remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Moments later, Wesley received a money transfer from Jada.

It was ten thousand dollars.

His eyes widened in disbelief; surely, he must have misread the figure.

Ten thousand?

That was a sum he typically spent in a single day. To him, this amount was practically worthless.

He couldn’t help but ask Jada, “Jada, did you accidentally send the wrong amount?”

“Wesley, to be honest, with my parents going through a divorce, I don’t have much money right now. You’ll have to make do with it,” she replied.

Wesley responded, “I see…”

Zahir observed this with a sneer, taunting, “Go ahead. Let’s see how long you can survive on ten thousand.”

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