Chapter 2

"Well, well! Coffee girl, your husband asked you to entertain, and you're really going to do it!?"

"And you say it's not for the money. No normal person could accept their husband treating them like this!"

After I agreed to entertain, those fair-weather friends who once begged to cooperate with the Thompson family circled around me, criticizing and mocking incessantly.

"What else can she do? Isn't her life just collateral? Did she really think getting married meant she could ride over Olivia?"

"She's just a leech sucking Jack's blood. Being able to entertain for Olivia is worth the money Jack spent on her!"

Amidst all this acidity and sarcasm,

I watched as Jack held Olivia in his arms, his expression gentle as he constantly comforted her. Only occasionally would his gaze sweep over to me, taking everything in.

He knew Olivia's suicide attempt was just an act for attention, but he still indulged and comforted her gently:

"If you don't want to go, then don't. I'll always find a way to cover for you. But don't be so impulsive in the future, it breaks my heart..."

From beginning to end, all he cared about was Olivia's well-being.

He completely forgot that I was his wife.

He also forgot that he went from having nothing to his current net worth of billions, all because of the resources I begged my father for on my knees back then.

A moment later, Olivia calmed down from her panic under Jack's comfort.

I asked her which private room to go to, intending to fulfill the agreement, but Olivia hesitated and stammered.

After Jack's repeated promises, she finally grabbed my hand with tearful eyes, pretending to be reluctant:

"Mr. Chen likes painting and wants me to be his nude model. I was wondering if you could take my place, sister-in-law, but I'm afraid you wouldn't be willing..."

Instantly, all eyes focused on me.

But I only looked at Jack.

I had already agreed to entertain, my dignity trampled under their feet.

Was he really going to make me be some nude model for others to mock and play with their burning gazes?

Seeing Olivia so carefully begging me, Jack's eyes were full of distress. He looked at me intently:

"Anna, Olivia isn't feeling well. You've already agreed to entertain, it's just being a model. You'll agree, right?"

My heart sank. I almost forgot that Jack always listened to Olivia.

After all, she was Jack's first love. If it weren't for the Parker family's obstruction, they would have been married long ago.

Now that they were reunited, how could I, an empty shell occupying another's nest, dare to hope for even a shred of pity from him?

I struggled to control my trembling body and took a deep breath before asking him:

"Can that count as one perfect score?"

Perfect score? The people around laughed at my inexplicable words, but Jack frowned silently. He knew what I was talking about.

He didn't want to agree, but seeing Olivia about to kneel before me, he quickly made a decision:

"It counts."

I smiled bitterly:

"Alright, I agree."

Three years ago, when I was still a rich heiress, I was experiencing life by delivering coffee when I accidentally encountered Jack and fell in love with him.

But when my family went bankrupt overnight and my parents died, I was crushed by a ten billion debt.

It was Jack who came down from the heavens, proposing with a ten billion dowry to help me clear my debt.

On our wedding night, after making love, I asked him how I could repay this kindness.

He looked at me with tender eyes:

"Then be my wife."

I was confused:

"I'm already your wife now."

His kisses fell densely as he casually said:

"Then... do 99 things that can earn my perfect score, or after I hurt you 99 times, this debt of gratitude will be written off."

For three years of marriage, he always treated me like a precious treasure, carefully and gently.

Until two months ago, when Olivia returned from abroad, everything changed.

Now it's the 97th time. Just two more times, and I'll have repaid my debt.

Entering the business partner's private room, it was filled with a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere. Men and women were intimately entangled, and the gazes directed at me were tinged with excitement.

Jack suddenly hesitated and asked Olivia:

"Is it really just modeling?"

"What... what else could it be?" She hesitated for a moment.

Jack wanted to say something more, but Olivia pulled him out of the room.

Before leaving, he glanced at me, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Wait."

But before he could step out, the greasy man called out to the two of them, his voice tinged with displeasure.

"Mr. Thompson! I asked for Miss Parker. You casually throwing someone else at me like this - have I offended you in some way?"

The greasy man's gaze swept over me and Jack, finally landing on Olivia, staring at her until she shivered.

Olivia glanced at the shocked Jack, her expression righteous.

"I heard Mr. Chen needed a nude model for painting. Miss Johnson has a nice figure, she'll surely help you create a masterpiece."

"Mr. Chen, don't you want to try?"

As she finished speaking, she gave me a push.

Suddenly, I was exposed to the greasy man's leering gaze.

That appraising look was slimy and sticky, making me shudder all over.

It was only then that I realized the nude modeling Olivia spoke of actually meant letting me sleep with someone else.

I felt like my throat was constricted, unable to breathe.

I could only quickly look to Jack for help.

Jack used to be very good to me, only changing after Olivia appeared, but at least I was still his wife now. Surely he wouldn't just stand by and do nothing?

But unexpectedly, Jack only showed a hint of anger before handing me a glass of wine:

"Aren't you going to toast Mr. Chen?"

I struggled to control the violent heaving of my chest, but my feet were nailed to the spot. In a daze, Olivia turned and gave me an eerie smile.

The next moment, my body moved uncontrollably towards the greasy man, spilling wine all over him.

I fell onto the shattered glass shards, instantly cutting several bloody gashes on my arm. My face was also cut, oozing blood.

The pain spread instantly, and I curled up on the ground, unable to hold back a cry of pain.

Olivia screamed in shock:

"Sister-in-law, if you didn't want to toast, you could have just said so. You didn't need to pretend to fall on purpose to anger Mr. Chen."

As soon as she finished speaking, the greasy man flew into a rage.

But just as he was about to explode, he was intimidated by Jack's icy face. He could only grit his teeth, wipe the wine off himself, and leave in a huff.

Inside the private room, Jack's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, while I breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to quickly escape.

I hadn't taken more than a few stumbling steps when he grabbed my arm.

Jack completely ignored my injuries, his mind full of Olivia's provocative words. He berated me angrily:

"Anna Johnson, I've warned you to put aside your petty thoughts. Look at what you've done!"

"When I tell you to entertain, can't you just smile? Have these years of poverty made you forget the etiquette of a wealthy heiress? Have you also forgotten the rules of high society? Don't you know that just toasting would have ended this?"

I unconsciously clenched my fists and looked at Jack.

Gritting my teeth, I said: "But I'm your wife, and this so-called Mr. Chen is just a small supplier relying on your goodwill."

My meaning was clear. If he had just been unwilling, or even pointed out my identity,

That Mr. Chen wouldn't have dared to do this.

The reason he was unwilling to point it out was just to cater to Olivia's little vanity.

Jack's eyes suddenly became evasive under my gaze.

But before he could speak, Olivia started berating me first.

"Anna Johnson! How dare you speak to Jack like that! Have you forgotten that Jack bought you? Without him, you couldn't even survive! If he wasn't supporting you, who knows where you'd be selling your body now!"

"What's this? Just a small matter and you dare to get angry at Jack!"

Olivia's words stabbed at my heart one by one. My eyes instantly reddened.

Jack raised an eyebrow, unusually angry at Olivia.

"Enough! This won't happen again! Go wait for me in the car."

After Olivia left, his expression changed to one of apology as he explained to me.

"That's just how she is. All that talk about buying and supporting, don't take it to heart."

Jack glanced at my injured face and frowned. "Your face is hurt. Go to the hospital yourself first. I'll come back to keep you company after I finish my work tonight."

He didn't let me speak, just turned and left.

But he was right, I didn't need to keep taking it to heart anymore.

Just two more times, and I'll have repaid my debt.

In the future, I won't need him to support me either.