Chapter 4The Idol's Secret

During these eight years, I made a table for all the things Liam gave me and the money he spent.

Those things are easy to deal with. Sell what can be sold, and then convert it into cash.

The trouble is, a house he gave me, the housing price plummeted, and selling it would be a huge loss.

But transferring it to him, he definitely wouldn't be happy.

Thinking about it, I decided to sell it.

Over the years, various copyright fees and income from basic comics, as well as the gold bars I have hoarded for several years, have increased a lot.

Adding it all up is not only enough to pay back Liam's money, but there are also a few million left. Taking this money back to my hometown and spending it frugally is enough to lie flat. What's more, I don't plan to lie flat yet!

Now I'm just waiting for the house to be sold so I can leave.

The newly published comics exploded again in a few days. A company wanted to buy the film and television copyright. The other party offered a high price, and I soon expressed my willingness to cooperate.

Then they made an appointment to meet me at a high-end private restaurant.

Unexpectedly, the partner was my comic fan. Everyone chatted happily. After three rounds of drinking, I suddenly received a message from Liam.

[Where?]

I replied casually: [Outside, eating.]

Unexpectedly, Liam replied instantly: [Eating? With a group of old men?]

[Sue, I don't have time to control you usually, do you think I'm dead?]

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked out the window.

I recognized Liam in disguise at a glance.

A windbreaker, a peaked cap, a black mask, 1.8-meter long legs, like a model figure in a pictorial.

He stood in the corridor looking down at his phone. The moment he turned back, his eyes met mine through the glass window.

Frowning slightly, his peach blossom eyes were full of anger.

At this time, his agent came out of the private room and blocked his view.

While chatting and laughing, Liam left with his agent.

Although I wanted to break up, I don't know why I still habitually pleased him. Almost without thinking, I replied with an explanation.

[They want to buy the film and television copyright of my comics and are discussing cooperation.]

Liam: [I'll wait for you in the car. Come out in five minutes.]

Even through the screen, I could feel his expression when he said this sentence, and the suffocating oppression.

Am I his dog?

Patiently, I replied: [Haven't finished talking yet, you go first!]

Liam: [Sue, flirting with a group of old men, do you know how cheap you look?]

Words like poison, like a cold knife stabbing into my heart.

Every knife drew blood.

I turned off the phone screen and buckled it on the table.

The next second, the phone calls bombarded again.

The partner probably saw my embarrassment and asked if I had something urgent, or we could meet next time.

If it were before, I would really be so love-struck that I would leave everything to find him.

But at this moment, an indescribable sense of shame swept over me.

I shook my head and hung up the call: [It's okay, let's continue.]

After saying that, I, who just said I wouldn't drink, poured a full glass: "Thank you for liking my comics. This is really important to me."