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Money Slap My Cheated Ex(Completed)

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"Is that you, Simon? It's me, Uncle James! Have you seen Katya?"

"Uncle James? Katya?"

Simon was confused. It took him a while to process what he had heard. With a suspicious expression, he looked up and down the beautiful, tall, blue-eyed, and blonde woman in front of him.

"You mean the woman with a mole around her mouth, who drives a Bentley?"

"Yep, that's her. What do you think? Is she good enough? I hired her as your PA."

Cheerful laughter came from the other end of the line. "Oh, by the way, I've wired some pocket money into your account. It should be in by now. Let's start with $20 million. If you need more, let me know. You've really suffered in the past two years…"

"Huh?"

Simon widened his eyes in disbelief.

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Chapter 1 Uncle-in-law Comes Knocking
"Paul, don’t… Oh gosh…" Soft pleading cries were coming from a young woman in a seafoam-colored dress on the sofa in a dark corner of a private lounge in Rock Box, a karaoke bar in Wimborne. Her head was lowered and her cheeks were flushed. Even so, she did not try to leave the arms of the man holding her. "It's okay. Floyd is a wimp; he won't do anything. Look at him. He's still staring at us like an idiot." Paul smirked and glanced at the young man with longish hair on the other sofa in amusement, all while continuing to grope the young woman on his lap. They were at the get-together for Class 1 of the Broadcasting major in Landow University's School of Communication. Simon Floyd had brought his girlfriend, Heidi Cobb, to the get-together in high spirits, only to walk right into his nightmare. His classmates were having the time of their lives singing and drinking, and yet he felt like he was on the verge of suffocation. Nothing felt worse than seeing another man steal his girl. He had started dating Heidi in their senior year in high school! It had been only been two months since they started attending university, and he only found out at this moment that Heidi had been seeing Paul Foster since last week. Paul was their classmate and known to be from a rich family. He was only a freshman but he was already driving a Ford Mustang to campus. To Simon, Heidi was the love of his life. How did things end up like this? Paul did not lower his voice, so naturally Simon and those nearby heard him loud and clear. "Jeez, Paul. You and Heidi are a match made in heaven. Floyd is way out of his depth." "How pathetic. Don't you think he looks like a miserable old dog now?" "Hahaha! Oh my God, he does!" "Hey, Floyd. How does it feel to be cuckolded? Hahaha!" Two months were enough for everyone in the class to get a feel for each other's financial situation. Compared to Simon and his shabby, no-brand shoes, Paul was clearly the more worthy friend. Paul laughed even louder after hearing everyone's comments. "Look, Floyd. I want to thank you for taking care of Heidi and not going beyond holding her hands. I'll give you 100 bucks so you can get a little extra something at the cafeteria." He fished out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it at Simon. "Just take it, Floyd. That's enough to cover your meals for a week." Heidi felt a stab of guilt but her happiness overwhelmed all other feelings. Paul was much richer than Simon. She had been too naive in the past—naive enough to date a guy so poor and miserly that he wouldn't even buy a Starbucks drink for a few months. F*ck you, Simon thought. Not only did Paul steal his girl, but he was even using a hundred dollars to humiliate him. Simon's eyes were blood-red. He stood up without any notice, grabbed a bottle of beer from the table with his right hand, and charged right at Paul. No man could take this humiliation lying down! But before he could get close to Paul, Bruce White rose to his feet and landed a swift kick on him. He stumbled backward before crashing on the table. The beers and fruit platters on the table fell all over the floor. "Oh my God!" The women sitting near the table screamed. Bruce was as tall and tough as his name implied. He was a sports scholarship student and Paul's lackey. "Hey, are you trying to start a fight?" Bruce wore a look of disdain. His tall figure cast a long shadow in the room. His kick had landed on Simon's abdomen. The latter lay on the table, gasping for breath and struggling to see. Their quarrel immediately drew everyone's attention. "What's going on?" "Beats me. Why are they fighting?" "I think they're fighting because Foster stole Floyd's girl. Floyd got mad and tried to beat up Foster." The rest in the lounge watched the quarrel like a show, their eyes darting back and forth between the two men involved—more accurately, Bruce beating up Simon. "Tsk. What's the point? You could have just taken that money and buy yourself a fancy meal." Paul patted Heidi's butt, motioning for her to get off his lap, and walked over to Bruce and Simon calmly. He picked up a bottle of beer on his way over. Then, he tilted the bottle and let the liquid flow. The beer spilled all over Simon's head and face, making him look as pathetic and miserable as a drenched dog. Simon, having just recovered from getting kicked, choked on the beer and started coughing. Putting one foot on the table, Paul crouched down and grabbed Simon's longish hair. "Put this in your head. Don't screw with me. You can't afford the consequences," he said, biting hard on every word, his expression haughty. He even patted Simon's face. "Foster, don't you think you're going too far?" The head of their dorm room, Keith Evans, stood up with a frown. He could no longer just stand by and watch. "Huh? Are you taking his side?" Paul looked gloomy. Bruce, like a qualified lackey, cracked his knuckles and puffed up his chest in a display of power. "Drop it, Keith. Don't offend Paul for an idiot like Floyd." Victor Martin, also Simon's dorm roommate, tugged on Keith. "Yeah. Floyd's just an orphan who would do anything dirty or tiring for money. Whoever pays him is his master. You don't have to worry about him." Another roommate, Lance Little, let out a disdainful snort. "What the hell are you saying? We're friends!" Keith rebuked them with an angry expression. "Bah! Who's his friend? He deserves what he gets." "Can't you tell that Paul is saving Heidi?" "You!" Simon's eyes were red. He looked around and saw a crowd of people whose faces he could barely see in the dark. There were 32 people in his class but besides Keith who spoke up for him, everyone looked down on him. And he had been kept in the dark all this while. Grief rose inside him. This was the first time since his parents' death three years ago that he felt such despair. The pain penetrated him down to his very bones. He had always worked hard to earn a living. Why did God have to treat him this way? He did not ask to be poor either! He wanted to live a respectable life too! Dizziness caught hold of him and the entire world before his eyes seemed to lose their colors. The noise around him became an indistinct din and gradually faded away. No, he thought. Even if he died, he must drag Foster with him! Sucking in a desperate breath, Simon grabbed a bottle of beer nearby and slammed it hard on the table. The bottle shattered into pieces and the glass fragments and beer went flying everywhere. With a roar, he ran toward Paul. This made everyone jump with fright. None of them expected that the usually quiet Simon would be this mad when pushed to desperation. Paul's pupils shrunk in fear. In a panic, he began to flee. Unfortunately for Simon, his desperate strike did nothing. Bruce stood there like an impregnable wall and kicked him away once again. "Bruce White! Don't just stand there! Beat him! Kill him and I'll pay you 6,000 bucks!" Paul's voice was panicked and furious. Bruce let out a nasty laugh and threw himself at the fallen Simon, punching him with solid fists. Everyone watched as Simon struggled as if his life depended on it, clenching his teeth and kicking his feet, but he was still beaten up so badly that he was close to death. Keith tried to step forward to help but his roommates Victor and Lance stopped him. Some women could barely watch, but some looked amused. "All right, stop it. We're here to have fun. That's what's important." The class rep, Matthew Johnson, stood up and tried to defuse the situation. "Keith, take Simon outside so he can cool off. Paul, let's not cause any unwanted deaths here, shall we?" Matthew's final sentence worked like a charm as Paul stopped Bruce from taking things too far. Paul was just your average rich kid; he did not dare to kill someone. Keith looked at them with a sullen expression. Then, with an apologetic mood, he helped Simon get off the floor and take him outside. Leaving the private lounge, Simon went to the washroom in the karaoke bar and washed the blood off his face with cold water. He looked at his pathetic appearance in the mirror and sighed. "Go back, Keith. I need some time alone." "You'll get over this. There's always a silver lining…" Keith patted him on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, even if it felt very futile. He sighed, knowing that he would make Simon feel worse by lingering around. He turned around and walked away. Simon stayed in the washroom, zoning out. It took him a while to come out in low spirits. The only thing that he wanted to do was going back to the dorm and lying down in bed. He took the elevator down and walked out of the karaoke bar. The night breeze was so cold that it made him shudder. Suddenly, a Bentley Continental GT stopped beside him. Simon's brows furrowed. His face took on a mask of hatred at the thought of seeing yet another rich person. He turned around to avoid the car. A tall, thin, and blonde foreign woman stepped out from the driver's seat. When she saw Simon, she seemed taken aback but a look of pleasant surprise quickly took over her face. "You have the perfect timing, Mr. Floyd! How did you know I'd be here now?" Simon looked at her in confusion. What the hell? What did she just call him? His phone rang. Still bewildered, he picked up his phone. "Is that you, Simon? It's me, Uncle James! Have you seen Katya?"

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