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Margaret raised her head to look at the man in front of her. When she saw the dark smile on his face, she subconsciously frowned.
"Julian, what do you mean?"
The man calmly picked up a tissue and wiped his long and slender fingers. He said coldly without lifting his eyelids, "That's what I meant."
Seeing her smile, he casually threw the tissue into a trash can.
His movements were elegant and smooth with high accuracy.
"Now that you are Mrs. Jorgansen, you have to fulfill the responsibility. No matter what, I spent a lot of money to marry you, so I won't agree to divorce."
Margaret listened to his words and looked at his half-smile. She suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Margaret understood his words as he had spent much money on her, so she had to pay by being his wife.
Although she felt that people like Julian should not lack money. He should be lacking a woman whose identity and appearance matched.
