Chapter 2My Boyfriend Is My Brother?

Having stumbled upon such a shocking secret, I suffered from insomnia for days. Blaine called me to go on dates, but I kept turning him down. I just didn't know how to face him.

A few days later, a sharp, impeccably dressed executive blocked my path. He introduced himself as Mr. Vance’s secretary.

I sat in a coffee shop, stirring my drink. The secretary slid a card across the table to me. “There’s thirty million dollars on this card. Mr. Vance hopes you’ll never appear in Sterling City again.”

I clenched my jaw. My goodwill toward the biological father I’d only met once plummeted to negative numbers. Even though I was planning to break up with Blaine anyway, I still felt a surge of indignation.

I picked up the bank card with a sweet smile. The secretary opposite me briefly flashed a look of disdain, but quickly masked it. “Is this a voluntary gift?”

“I wouldn’t want any unnecessary disputes later on.” The bank card spun once between my fingers.

The secretary’s expression grew impatient, but he patiently explained. “Miss Hayes, rest assured, no one will pursue this. After all, the Vance family has vast assets; this small sum is nothing to them.” His tone was arrogant.

I leaned back lazily in my chair. “The Vances are truly the wealthiest family in the country, quite generous. But I’ll still need Secretary Thorne to ask Mr. Vance to sign a voluntary gift receipt.”

“After all, I’m just a common person, seeking peace of mind.”

Secretary Thorne had no choice but to ask me to wait while he stepped aside to make a call.

Blaine texted me: Baby, what are you doing? (Little bunny, sneaky.jpg)

I didn’t reply.

Soon, Secretary Thorne returned. “Mr. Vance agreed. Miss Hayes, please wait a moment longer.”

Quickly, someone delivered the voluntary gift receipt, complete with Mr. Sterling Vance’s personal seal. I flicked the receipt, then stood up to leave. “Secretary Thorne, goodbye.”

Secretary Thorne replied, “We hope, Miss Hayes, that you will uphold our agreement.”

With thirty million dollars in hand, the smile on my face became a bit more genuine. “Of course.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll break up with your eldest son the moment I get home.”