Chapter 23 Are You Unsatisfied?

So Samuel Grant could only remove the obstruction in his mouth and make one last feeble attempt: "Uncle, can we talk alone, without an outsider present, it would be better..." William Foster said flatly, "Clara is not an outsider; she is your future aunt. Say what you have to say. If you can’t, don’t waste my time." Samuel Grant was filled with resentment towards William Foster, wishing he could kill him but still bit the bullet and spoke up: "I’m here to borrow money from you, uncle." William Foster asked, "How much?" Samuel Grant had long known he would inevitably be humiliated tonight and closed his eyes helplessly: "Two billion." William Foster’s eyes narrowed slightly, having already guessed that Samuel’s debts had doubled, but still pretended not to know, asking with furrowed brows, "Two billion? Wasn’t it ten billion before?" Samuel Grant gritted his teeth and didn’t speak for a moment. Clara Bennett interjected, "He’s asking you, why are you mute? What do you need so much money for? It should be made clear." Samuel Grant felt as if his heart was being cut, his teeth grinding with a creak, but he still held back his grievance and said, "The original ten billion was for Miss Bennett as a breakup fee. The extra ten billion is a wedding gift to celebrate my uncle and auntie’s marriage." William Foster seemed somewhat shocked after hearing this, "You’re really dutiful, borrowing money to congratulate our wedding. Isn’t a gift of ten billion a bit too much?" "How could it be too much?" Clara Bennett responded deliberately with a smile, her smile gentle, "It’s his sentiment, you should accept it. This money can count as my dowry, is it too little? My family prepared twenty billion for me." William Foster gently pinched her nose: "You little fool, why spend so much? As long as you’re willing to marry me, that’s enough. Didn’t I say, you don’t need to prepare a dowry. Leave the money for your family; I already prepared a gift of sixty billion for you to use." Samuel Grant knelt to the side, listening to the pair’s back-and-forth. Two billion, even sixty billion... It was enough to almost give him a heart attack, both jealous and resentful. Clara Bennett, that bitch! She asked him for so much money but ended up giving it to William Foster! He only got ten billion, while William Foster’s side had increased several times over, clearly mocking him for not being up to par! Clara Bennett glanced at Samuel Grant and saw the resentment in his heart. She smiled slightly and deliberately sneezed at him. William Foster quickly helped her wrap up her bathrobe tightly, asking, "What’s wrong? Are you catching a cold?" Clara Bennett laughed, "It’s nothing, just feels like someone is cursing me. Samuel Grant, do you have any dissatisfaction?" William Foster’s face darkened and he directly asked Samuel Grant, "Are you dissatisfied?" Samuel Grant’s body stiffened, swallowing back all the curses and whispered, "I have no opinion about Uncle and Miss Bennett’s matter." William Foster’s voice suddenly turned icy: "Miss Bennett?" Samuel Grant hurriedly corrected, "It’s Auntie. I wholeheartedly wish Uncle and Auntie a wonderful wedding." William Foster’s voice was as biting as an icy stab: "I know you were involved with Clara. If you have grievances, you can tell me. I’m not without reason, plus I’m still in debt to you for two billion." Although he claimed to be reasonable, Samuel Grant knew that if he dared to speak up, William Foster would surely not let him off easily, just like last time. Samuel Grant didn’t have the guts to provoke the true power holder of the Foster family, so he humbled himself and said, "Uncle, you’re joking. This money is something I wanted to give. I should sincerely wish you and Auntie a wonderful wedding, so the gift can’t be shabby." In fact, he didn’t want to give it, but Clara Bennett’s eyes were tightly fixed on him. If he didn’t give it, and Clara really showed the video to William Foster, he would be finished. Two billion, I’ll just consider myself unlucky! William Foster looked at Samuel Grant with displeasure, thinking of Clara’s past with him, and couldn’t suppress his jealousy. He hugged Clara tightly, laughingly saying, "Clara, look at my nephew, also your ex-boyfriend, he’s so understanding." Samuel Grant ground his teeth, secretly cursing William Foster as shameless. William Foster’s eyes never left Clara, wanting to see if she’d show any sympathy for Samuel. Clara didn’t realize if she really did show such emotions, Samuel Grant wouldn’t have a good night tonight. Of course, Clara showed no signs of compassion for Samuel Grant. She understood William Foster had some little thoughts, but she didn’t care and only felt it wasn’t enough to vent by letting him off lightly. Thus, Clara deliberately said, "William, don’t be like that. We should thank Samuel Grant. If it weren’t for him, how could we have gotten together?" William Foster laughed, indulgently saying, "You’re right, so I am quite grateful to him. A mere two billion; let’s just lend it to him." Clara threw a disdainful glance at Samuel Grant, "Samuel Grant, look at how good your uncle is to you. He gives you whatever you want, aren’t you going to thank him quickly?" Samuel Grant closed his eyes in humiliation and said, "Thank you, Uncle." "There’s no need for thanks. I married your aunt; as a junior, you should say some blessings." William Foster’s voice was cold, carrying a pressure, "Until today, I haven’t heard you say one word of blessing. Samuel Grant, you’re not two-faced, are you?" Samuel Grant cursed in his heart; what love? Clara was just a discarded woman to him. But on the surface, he could only bow and scrape: "I haven’t thought that way. Clara and I were in the past. Now, I truly wish you and Auntie a happy marriage, a hundred years of harmony." William Foster continued, "I like to hear the phrase about having children early." Samuel Grant, helpless, "I wish Uncle and Auntie have children soon." Clara saw that William Foster wanted to continue, so she whispered in his ear, "That’s enough." William Foster complained, "What? You feeling sorry?" Clara replied softly, "My legs are about to go numb, and I’m still wearing this big bathrobe. What if I stand up and get seen?" Feeling sorry for Samuel Grant? He’s not even a real dog. If he were really a puppy, perhaps Clara might truly care for him, since she likes puppies. William Foster’s ears tickled, his mood becoming somewhat elated, instinctively holding Clara tighter. Naturally, he wouldn’t let Samuel Grant get any advantage from Clara. At this moment, Clara was all his; every inch of her skin belonged to him. If Samuel Grant dared to sneak a glance, William Foster would surely blind him. Although he could flaunt his intimacy with Clara, he absolutely wouldn’t allow Samuel Grant to have any ideas.