I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

“Meredith, I can’t afford $5, 000 a month,” Fiona complained, resentment building over why Meredith had to make it so difficult. Despite Meredith agreeing to the loan, she still put Fiona through this ordeal.

“You can afford it; I’ve arranged a job for you,” Meredith countered, securing a monthly salary of $8, 000. You can use $5, 000 to pay off the debt and have $3, 000 left for expenses.”

Fiona had been unemployed for a while, continually deceiving Justin about her financial situation. This time, neither Meredith nor Justin would coddle Fiona.

“$3, 000 isn’t enough to live on…” Fiona protested.

“Then decide, do you want the loan or not?” Meredith interrupted, firm in her stance. “If you want this money, then follow the contract. Nobody’s money comes without effort.”

Justin added, “Fiona, we hope this experience teaches you a lesson, so you can start over once it’s settled.”

Effectively, making Fiona repay the loan was a way of forcing her to save money.

Justin and Meredith were determined to help Fiona get back on track, with the pressure of repayment guiding her direction.

Amid the urgency to settle her million-dollar debt, Fiona reluctantly signed the agreement.

“Meredith, rest assured, I won’t default,” Fiona said sarcastically after signing.

Meredith collected the contract, indicating, “From now on, just send the payments to the account listed here.”

The implication was clear; they no longer needed to interact beyond this transaction.

This was far from what Fiona had expected. Not only did she have to repay the loan, but her relationship with Meredith remained unchanged.

With the contract signed in duplicate, Meredith left with her copy. Fiona sat brooding in the cafe; Justin hadn’t left yet, staying behind to accompany her.

“Let’s go,” Justin said, preparing to leave.

“Justin, do you realize what I just signed? It’s like a servitude contract,” Fiona scoffed bitterly, feeling as though she’d been sold to Meredith for twenty-five years, to work off her debt. “Terrence Sterling has given her much more than a few million. It’ll take me over twenty years to pay this back. Meredith has such confidence because she married well.”

Fiona couldn’t stop herself from resenting and speaking ill of Meredith.

“If you’re capable, then don’t borrow money from Meredith,” Justin retorted, clearly displeased. “We haven’t helped Meredith at all; instead, we’ve been a burden. Do you think she can just casually hand out that much money? That money isn’t hers alone; she has to ask Terrence Sterling for it; even though they’re married, it must still be hard for her. She helped because of our shared childhood, because we’re like family.”

Justin understood Meredith’s feelings deeply.

“I was just saying,” Fiona defended weakly, feeling cornered as Justin always defended Meredith. “Isn’t it true? She’s living well; shouldn’t she help us? I had to kneel to borrow that million-plus. I’ve never knelt in my life. Don’t think I don’t know about the house Meredith gave you…”

Fiona slipped up, revealing more than intended. Justin’s expression changed, prompting Fiona to continue, “An apartment in the capital costs tens of millions. Didn’t she say she’d give it away just like that?”

“I never planned to keep it,” Justin clarified. “When I can afford it, I’ll find another place and move out.”

Justin’s intentions had never wavered.

Fiona didn’t believe him, her heart filled with imbalance.

“I’ll go with you to the bank to pay off the loans,” Justin said, helping Fiona manage her financial mess as much as he could.

Meredith provided the funds, and Justin, being a lawyer, knew how to handle these matters.

Meanwhile, at the Thatcher residence, Mrs. Thatcher was tidying up and folding clothes when she stumbled upon a property deed in a drawer.

“Quin, come look at this. What is it?” Mrs. Thatcher called out.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Mr. Thatcher entered the room quickly: “What’s all the fuss about? I was watching the news.”

“Is this a property deed? I can’t read, but it looks like one,” she said, uncertain.

Mr. Thatcher, recognizing a few characters, examined the deed: “It actually is a property deed. Didn’t Ainsley say this apartment was rented? Could it be purchased? Ainsley has been lying to us.”