Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 81 I Really Misjudged This Guy Before

Chapter 81: Chapter 81 I Really Misjudged This Guy Before

Yolanda Greenwood had unknowingly drifted off to sleep when she suddenly felt someone covering her with a blanket. Groggy, she opened her eyes.

It was Lola Gold.

Struggling to sit up, she said, "Lola, you’ve finally come back."

Lola Gold was taken aback for a moment before pulling Yolanda into a tight hug, "Yolanda, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have lied to you."

She embraced Yolanda tightly, crying bitterly.

The two had known each other for over a decade, and Lola had often been Yolanda’s pillar of support. In Yolanda’s eyes, Lola was always clear-headed and full of fight.

No matter what hardships life threw at her, Lola wouldn’t let them get her down.

In truth, they were quite similar, but Lola was stronger, rarely ever crying, and certainly not sobbing uncontrollably as she was now.

Yolanda’s eyes also reddened. Ever since she had learned the truth, not for a second had she blamed Lola.

At that moment, she couldn’t begin to imagine how much humiliation Lola must have suffered.

"Lola, you don’t need to apologize to me. I don’t blame you," Yolanda said, crying as she comforted her.

"Yolanda," Lola said, her gaze fixed on her, "I’ve humiliated you."

The Coldson Family already looked down on Yolanda, and now that they knew what had happened, they would hold her in even greater contempt.

"What silly things are you saying?" Yolanda replied with a laugh through her anger, "Lola, I don’t care about all that nonsense. I just want to know one thing—are you happy?"

Lola was silent, perching herself next to Yolanda on the couch and hugging a pillow, her thoughts wandering to recent events.

"Not too long ago, my mom suddenly fell ill, and it was serious. The hospital said she needed surgery and told me to prepare half a million yuan."

Yolanda was stunned. Half a million yuan might just be the cost of a set of tea ware for the Coldson Family, but for people like her and Lola, it was an unreachable sum.

"At that time, Christopher Coldson was the top patron in my livestream. He kept asking to meet up, and I had no choice but to agree," Lola continued.

Yolanda’s heart ached even more. She had thought Lola and Christopher were just in a romantic relationship, or perhaps just casual sex partners, but now...

"Did he give you money?" Yolanda asked, her voice trembling.

Lola nodded, "The first time, he gave me a million, and after that, five hundred thousand every month."

She pulled a card from the drawer, "It’s all here. Other than the fifty thousand plus that I spent on my mom’s treatment, I haven’t touched the rest."

"What are you planning to do?" Yolanda’s heart was breaking for her.

"Yolanda," Lola said, tears falling uncontrollably, "we’ve signed a contract. Christopher said that as long as he doesn’t let go, I can’t go anywhere."

"A contract?" Yolanda was shocked, "The bastard, I had read him all wrong before, he’s no different from the rest of the Coldson Family."

"Damn it! Jerk! Beast!" Yolanda cursed angrily.

"Yolanda, don’t be mad," Lola said, taking Yolanda’s hand, "Actually, he’s been kind to me. The contract is only for a year. It’s okay."

She gave a bitter smile, "Whether it’s selling once or for a year, there’s no difference."

"Lola!" Yolanda felt an unbearable distress.

"Yolanda, I’ve got it all planned out. Once a year has passed and you’ve divorced Cooper Coldson, let’s take this money and leave Gray City."

Lola held Yolanda gently, "We can open a small store in the future, anything is fine, and I’ll take care of you and my mom."

"You silly girl." Yolanda didn’t say much else. She was going to look for a chance to negotiate with Christopher and win Lola’s freedom back.

The next day, Yolanda discreetly arranged a meeting with Christopher, catching her off guard when he readily agreed.

At noon, the two met in the private room of a home-style restaurant.

Christopher Coldson was still the first to arrive, maintaining that nonchalant demeanor.

At this point, Yolanda Greenwood had lost all fondness for him, her voice icy as she began, "Christopher Coldson..."

"No longer calling me ’uncle’?" Christopher raised an eyebrow, his face a picture of cynical nonchalance.

"What exactly will it take for you to let Lola go?" Yolanda’s tone was urgent. "You have plenty of money, a million is just pocket change to you. You can have any woman you want, can you please leave Lola alone?"

Christopher Coldson chuckled softly, "When I grow tired of her, naturally, I’ll move on."

His tone completely objectified Lola Gold as a mere toy.

Yolanda struggled to contain her anger but continued to plead, "You should know, the only reason Lola took your money was because her mother was seriously ill. I will pay you back that money together with her, just give us some time. Please let her go."

"Yolanda," Christopher’s smile grew wider, "you’ve been married into the Coldson family for a year now, how can you still be so naive?"

He leaned in closer, "I offered to help her, not to be charitable. You’re right; I don’t care about the money. Blame your dear friend for being so..."

Yolanda splashed him with the water from the table, "Christopher Coldson, you’re shameless!"

"Heh..." Christopher laughed gently, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing his face dry, "Had enough? Can I eat now? I’m actually quite hungry."

"You’re truly disgusting." Yolanda picked up her purse and turned to leave.

She should have never approached Christopher Coldson, only to humiliate herself.

However, ever since Melissa Greenwood had seen Christopher Coldson and Yolanda in the coffee shop, she had people follow Christopher.

This was why she was able to find out so quickly that Christopher had gone to Lola Gold’s house yesterday.

Today, her people photographed Christopher having lunch with Yolanda again. As soon as Melissa received the photos, she eagerly sent them to Cooper Coldson.

[Cooper, my friend saw your uncle with Yolanda having lunch again. These frequent coincidences are too much.]

Cooper Coldson’s face was bruised; he hadn’t gone to the company today. Seeing the photos, he immediately called Melissa Greenwood.

"Cooper?" Melissa’s voice was unbearably sugary, "How do you have time to call?"

"Stop having people follow them!" Cooper snapped coldly.

Such coincidences could only mean one thing: Melissa Greenwood’s supposed friend was someone she had sent.

"Cooper, I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just worried that they..."

"There’s nothing wrong with them." Cooper was decisive, joy seeping into his tone without his own awareness.

Melissa was puzzled, "Really? But they..."

"I said it’s nothing, call off your people." Cooper hung up the phone.

As for Christopher Coldson and Lola Gold’s affair, it was Christopher’s private matter, and he didn’t want to discuss it with others.

Melissa’s confusion deepened. Had something happened yesterday? She immediately had someone look into it.

Cooper was about to put away his phone when Yolanda’s call came in.

"Cooper, can... can you lend me two million?"

"Two million?" Cooper frowned, "What do you need so much money for?"

"Will you lend it or not?" Yolanda’s voice was anxious, "If not, I’ll ask someone else."

"Come home, I’ll give it to you." Without giving the person on the other end a chance to respond, Cooper hung up the phone.

"Come home?" Yolanda pursed her lips, murmuring dissatisfiedly, "He could have just transferred it to me, why make me go home?"

But there was no helping it; she was the one asking for a favor, so she could only take a taxi back to the mansion.