The fake Yvonne was stunned for a while, and then she became overjoyed. "Are you…are you being serious? There are really plenty of people who have helped me over the years, and I really needed to thank them. Also, they…"
Marcus looked calmly at the fake Yvonne. "Also, what?"
"Many of them are quite poor, but while they were poor, they still helped me. There was a year when I got seriously sick, and the expenses alone were a few more than two hundred thousand dollars, and it was all crowdfunded by these people. I was thinking…"
"They saved your life! More than two hundred thousand dollars! Even if we were to repay them tenfold or a hundredfold, that won't even be enough for us to repay the kindness they've shown us. How about this, Yvonne? You list down all the people who have helped you. I planned to give them a property each as a gift. A big apartment in downtown South City!" Marcus said incomparably generously.
"What…what did you say?" The fake Yvonne's eyes widened.
"What's the matter?" Marcus smiled. "Are you doubting your husband's financial power?"
The fake Yvonne said, "A big apartment in downtown South City is going to be more than ten million dollars no matter what. Do you…do you know how many people who have helped me are there?"
Marcus pursed his lips and smiled. "My adorable wife, don't tell me that you have more than ten thousand people who have helped you over the years. If there are ten thousand people, then I indeed can't afford it. That's going to be more than one hundred billion dollars. I'll really have to go bankrupt. There can't really be ten thousand people who have helped you, can there? If that's really the case, then your husband will have to retract what he said."
The fake Yvonne smiled very sweetly. "There's really not as many as ten thousand people, hubby. It's less than a hundred people. I just feel that even if it's less than a hundred, it's a hefty sum. If you really give them an apartment each as a gift, that's going to be hundreds of millions. I will feel bad, but…"
The fake Yvonne pouted and smiled. "Really?"
"Silly!" Marcus brushed her nose.
The fake Yvonne immediately stopped crying and started smiling, and then he hugged Marcus tightly. At that moment, Marcus' expression was solemn. From their conversation a while ago, he was already roughly certain. She! This fake Yvonne was here for the money! For money! Also, she has quite a big appetite. However, how many people were there exactly, Marcus still had no clue. He simply wanted to catch them all in one go and not let even a single one of them run away. Otherwise, he would fail Yvonne! Also, the criminals who fled might trick other people in the future.
"You won't have to live another day of misery anymore, my baby. Everything will be good in the future. From now on, we have to plan our wedding, and then before our wedding, we have to first hold a banquet for our benefactors. What do you think?" Marcus asked the fake Yvonne for her opinion.
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