2025-02-01 09:00:26Jack's car was now nothing more than a pile of scrap. The crash had rendered it completely obsolete. All the members gathered around, curious to see the accident.
Max stumbled out of his car, holding his head. He was dizzy and had a hard time standing up.
"Are you okay?" Hillary asked, very concerned.
She held Max with her arms and helped him sit down.
As for Jack, he quickly approached to see how his car had fared. He didn’t really care about the vehicle. He could buy another one if he wanted.
What bothered him was the malicious intent behind the act. It was clear they had done it on purpose.
"Are you worried about your car?" Hillary snapped at her boyfriend.
"Look what they've done to my Lamborghini!" Jack shouted, extending his arms.
"You’re unbelievable. Max needs our help, and you’re only worried about a car."
Jack was very angry. He clenched his fists in rage. The Walton brothers had spent their entire lives humiliating people, and Jack was their favorite victim.
"He doesn’t need help. He’s just pretending. He’s an accomplice of Ricco and Theo," Jack said.
"It was an accident," Hillary insisted.
However, Jack ignored her and left to continue with his work.
At that moment, Ricco and Theo returned to the scene of the accident. They tried to fake astonishment, but laughter overtook them, and they ended up laughing shamelessly while looking at Jack's car, totally destroyed.
"Stop laughing and help me with Max," said Hillary.
But Max miraculously recovered and stood up.
"Don’t worry, Hillary. I’m feeling better now," said Max.
Hillary stood there staring at him with raised eyebrows.
"You were dizzy a second ago," Hillary questioned.
"Miracle!" Max shouted, bursting into laughter while mockingly shaking hands with Ricco and Theo.
Jack was convinced his day couldn’t get any worse, but he was wrong. Things can always get worse when it comes to wealthy people.
He lifted his gaze and noticed that his mother-in-law was approaching him quickly, accompanied by Ricco, Theo, Hillary, and Max.
"You’re doing it wrong! The whole lawn is poorly cut!" shouted Amaranta Lombardini.
Mrs. Lombardini grabbed a handful of grass that Jack had cut and threw it in his face in an offensive and humiliating manner.
"Mrs. Amaranta, I..." Jack tried to explain, but Mrs. Lombardini quickly interrupted him.
"Shut up! You’re useless. You never do anything right, and you’ll never be part of this family," said Amaranta Lombardini.
The grass was perfectly cut, but Amaranta Lombardini just wanted to vent her anger on Jack. She hated seeing a poor person enter the club for teenage millionaires. That was an offense to her.
"Theo and Ricco asked me for a favor. The gardener didn’t show up for work today, and they wanted to play golf," Jack explained quickly to avoid being interrupted again.
"Is that true?" Amaranta Lombardini turned and asked the boys.
"It’s completely false, Mrs. Lombardini," Theo said, pretending to be offended.
"We would never do something like that without consulting you first," Ricco confessed.
"It’s true, Mrs. Lombardini. Jack is lying," Max added.
Jack stared at Hillary. She was his only hope. Maybe all these young millionaires were against him and dedicated to humiliating him, but his girlfriend would never turn her back on him.
"What do you say, Hillary?" Mrs. Amaranta asked.
Hillary stared at Jack for a moment, then said:
"The boys are telling the truth, Mom. No one asked Jack to mow the lawn. He did it because he wanted to," Hillary said, betraying Jack once again.
Jack closed his eyes. He could almost feel his heart breaking into a thousand pieces. Once again, his girlfriend had cruelly betrayed him.
"That’s it. Get out immediately. I never want to see you in this club again," Mrs. Lombardini ordered.
"I’m waiting for the tow truck to take the remains of my car," Jack explained.
"Oh... Damn. In that case, wait over there. Far away from my sight. Somewhere I can't see you," Amaranta said.
"Yes, Mrs. Lombardini," Jack lowered his gaze and walked away slowly.
He tried to look at Hillary's face one more time, but she was looking the other way, pretending nothing was happening. Meanwhile, Max, Theo, and Ricco laughed behind Mrs. Amaranta's back. Mrs. Amaranta glared at him while pointing with her finger to the farthest corner of the club.
Jack entered a slightly abandoned sports field where club members rarely entered. In that place, he would be out of his mother-in-law’s sight.
There, he sat down and took the ring from his pocket. He held it between his fingers and watched it shine brightly.
It was then that he began to question whether it was all worth it. He was completely in love with Hillary. He was sure she was the love of his life, but she had made some very serious mistakes at times.
"Nice ring," a soft female voice was heard approaching him.
Jack quickly hid it in his pocket, fearing it was his girlfriend Hillary. But in reality, it was a girl named Eva, who worked at a business within the club.
Jack had seen her a couple of times, so he knew her a little. However, he had never exchanged a single word with her.
"What are you doing here? You should be attending the business," Jack said, trying to hide his sadness.
"Don’t worry. I’m on my free time," Eva said, sitting down next to Jack.
He just smiled and stayed silent. The situation was a bit awkward, and Jack just wanted to leave.
"I saw what happened to your car. I’m really sorry. I know those assholes did it on purpose," she said.
Just then, the screen appeared once again in front of Jack.
[ MILLIONAIRE NUMBER 2 OFFERS $1,000,000 FOR A KISS.
ACCEPT REJECT ]
Jack was surprised by the offer. It was a million dollars. An amount that every human on Earth has probably dreamed of at some point.
However, Jack was very clear about his stance. He would never be unfaithful to Hillary, not even for all the money in the world.
"I’m sorry, I have to go," Jack said as he stood up and walked away.
At the same time, he rejected the offer from millionaire number two, not caring about the punishment the system might impose.
He was willing to endure whatever came his way for the love he felt for Hillary.
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