My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 137: Alexander Johnson, I Need a Million

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Alexander Johnson, I Need a Million

The moment the call went through, Chloe Simpson’s heart leapt to her throat, and a thin layer of sweat broke out over her body.

In that instant, countless reasons to ask Alexander Johnson for money flashed through her mind.

But no matter how reasonable they seemed, none felt appropriate, so she decided to dispense with excuses and speak plainly.

Yet she hadn’t expected that she wouldn’t even get the chance to speak.

Though the call connected, it barely rang a few times before Neil Johnson directly terminated the call.

Chloe’s palm tightened, and as she recalled the words she’d said earlier that morning, she felt it was only natural for Alexander Johnson to hang up on her.

She paused for a moment, then dialed his number again.

At this point, Alexander Johnson was her last lifeline.

But Alexander Johnson was in the middle of a meeting. When he saw Chloe Simpson’s name on his phone, he hung up without a second thought.

This woman had made it clear that morning that she didn’t want any ties to him anymore.

Why would he bother answering her call?

On the second try, he once again rejected her call without hesitation.

By the third, fourth, and fifth attempts, Alexander Johnson finally realized something might be wrong.

Since their meeting aboard the yacht, Chloe Simpson had always maintained her distance from him.

She couldn’t wait to stay as far away from him as possible, never once seeking him out.

But now, not only was she calling him, she was calling incessantly.

Could it be...

Instinctively, Alexander Johnson wondered if Chloe Simpson was calling to apologize for what had happened that morning.

When the sixth call came up, the screen flashing persistently, Alexander Johnson finally picked up.

"What’s the matter?"

"Alexander Johnson, I’m in an emergency. I need $100,000. Can you lend it to me?"

Finally connecting after six calls, Chloe skipped any preambles and rushed straight to the point, fearing that if she didn’t speak fast enough, Alexander might end the call yet again.

She had only three hours, and one of them was already gone. Emily Sterling couldn’t be kept waiting any longer.

"!"

Alexander Johnson’s expression instantly darkened.

Ha, so all her urgency, all those repeated calls were just to ask him for money?

Fine, very fine indeed!

"Chloe Simpson, what makes you think I’d give you $100,000?"

This was the same woman who, earlier that day, had wished for nothing more than to sever all ties with him, to never cross paths with him again.

And now, in just a few hours, she was asking him outright for $100,000.

Sure, as the Crown Prince of Capital Circle, he didn’t lack $100,000—it was no harder than signing a check.

But why should he hand it over to a woman who’d always wanted nothing more than to stay far away from him?

"..."

Chloe had already prepared herself for Alexander’s reaction, but hearing it still made her frown and hesitate.

"Alexander Johnson, I really need this $100,000 right now. If you’re willing to help me, I’d be willing to do whatever you ask. I could even move in with you tomorrow. If you want... every day could be yours."

"Plus, I’ve already signed the divorce agreement with Lucas Hughes, and the paperwork will be finalized soon. You wouldn’t have to worry about me being married anymore."

A few seconds later, she took a deep breath and stomped her pride into the mud, finally speaking the words that wounded her dignity.

In the moment she spoke, she could almost hear the sound of her proud spine bending, collapsing piece by piece.

For Chloe, Alexander’s primary interest in her had always been physical.

From the first time they met on the yacht until now, every time Alexander saw her, his intentions were to tease her, to toy with her.

Maybe the rich really did have some twisted fetishes—they seemed to enjoy this sort of thing.

Now that she was desperate for his help, she had no choice but to comply.

After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d spent the night with Alexander Johnson.

But when she finally abandoned all semblance of dignity, humbled herself into the dirt, Alexander only trampled her harder.

"Ha, you said it yourself, didn’t you? If I wanted a woman, there are plenty out there who are prettier than you, sexier than you, with better figures than you. Why would I choose you? For $100,000, I could easily find someone much better!"