Chapter 197

Suddenly, Badman was slapped across the face.

He frowned, meeting Clara’s eyes.

“You’ve got the face to say that? If it wasn’t for your gambling habits, losing all our money, almost getting yourself killed, would I be doing what I’m doing? Where do you think the money I’ve made has gone, huh?”

“Enough! Stop bringing up the past! That money is long gone. I’m still alive, aren’t I? As long as I’m breathing, I need more money!” Badman Calloway was done hearing it, caring little about his daughter’s tears. Plus, you should be thanking me! If it wasn’t for you giving birth to a rich man’s child, would you ever reach the upper class?? Would you have a comfortable life like this?!”

Clara clenched her fists. This is a comfortable life?!”

Living in constant fear, worrying about Emmett finding out the truth, not even daring to acknowledge her own son. Was this her idea of a comfortable life?

“You don’t consider this comfortable? At least you’re not starving! My pockets are down to a hundred bucks. After today’s meal, I’ll be going hungry tomorrow!”

“1. I can give you ten grand,” Clara didn’t want to argue anymore.

Regardless of the outcome, he wouldn’t change.

Expecting a gambler to turn over a new leaf was pretty much a pipe dream..

Clara had given up on that hope.

“Ten grand? Do I look like a beggar to you? That’s not even enough for my trip abroad!”

www “That’s enough for you to live on! I don’t have any more!” She might be earning a decent wage at the Melendez Group, but that money was owed to Emmett Even if they were married, things needed to be clear!

He helped her pay off her debts once, it was only right she paid him back.

Then go get it! I don’t care either way.” Badman sank into the couch, “You figure it out! But I need three million in three days! My flight’s in two days, off to Las Vegas! My buddies all say, I’m bound to win big there! If I win back my losses, I’ll pay you back!”

Clara was speechless.

“You want this money to gamble?”

“That’s my only shot at turning things around! How could I pass that up?” Badman Calloway stated matter–of–factly, “And let me tell you, you better not get in my way! Or I’ll hold a grudge against you for life. If I’m not doing well, I won’t let you live easy.”

Just as Clara was about to retort, there came a knock at the door.

“Clara, it’s me.”

Emmett?!

Why did he have to show up right now?

Clara hastily replied, “I’m a bit tied up right now, can’t really open the door! I’ll come find you later!”

But Badman Calloway quickly picked up on Clara’s panic, he walked over and swung the door open, revealing Emmett.

“So you’re my daughter’s sugar daddy?”

Emmett took one look at Badman Calloway, then at Clara’s reaction, and everything clicked.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

“You must be Clara’s father”

This was not a question.

Without hesitation, Badman Calloway nodded, “Of course.”

“You’re here for money, I take it.” Emmett glanced at Clara.

However, Clara quickly grabbed his hand, pushing him back out the door, “This is my problem, don’t worry about it! Mr. Melendez, you go ahead with your business!