Love Fades, Money Doesn’t
Language: en
When the "Century Club" scandal broke, all of Port Sterling expected me, Avery Collins, to be humiliated. Scarlett, the impostor raised by Tristan’s family, rushed to declare herself the hundredth conquest, urging me to divorce him. Whispers of schadenfreude were everywhere. Just a day earlier, I’d been managing Tristan’s PR, and now I was the joke—no, the punchline. Tristan had the nerve to taunt me, smirking, "My sister is far better in bed than you, Avery. You’re like a corpse." I didn’t react. Instead, I pulled out my phone, showed a QR code, and stated calmly, "Our deal: $100,000 per…