Marry into Money by Accident

Chapter 41

Meanwhile, it took a lot of convincing from Lianne to talk Tyler and Sierra out of making her stay the

night at the hospital.

As Lianne hopped on a ride to get home, Sierra nagged, “Dang, Gummy. You might look fine on the

surface, but what if you have internal bleeding? I went out of my way to get you some essentials, but

you still wouldn’t stay at the hospital for observation.”

Lianne gave Sierra a squeeze on the face. “I’m fine. There is no place like home. I’ve been away for six

weeks and barely caught any sleep. I really miss my bed.”

Tyler clutched the steering wheel, still shaken by the accident. He said, “You were lucky tonight. Any

closer, and we might have never seen you again.”

After their dinner at a restaurant, Tyler went to the parking lot to bring the car around while Sierra went

to the bathroom. Lianne stood outside the restaurant waiting for them when a car came crashing

toward her.

Thank goodness for Lianne’s quick reflexes. She swiftly jumped behind a tree, dodging the fatal crash.

Still, she fell and scraped her elbow.

The car rammed into the tree, wrecking its body and causing the driver to knock his head and bleed

profusely. He owed his life to the paramedics who sprang into action to provide medical

care.

A phone notification interrupted their conversation. Lianne grabbed her phone and saw the text

message from Morgan.

Lianne could not believe her eyes when she read the part about Zane’s wife cheating.

On second thought, Lianne figured there was a possibility.

Zane’s facial lines used to often soften at the mention of his wife, but now, no one was allowed to

speak of her.

Lianne sighed and said, “Ty, can you drop me off outside Bare as you drive by?”

Sierra asked, “Why? Are you going to be a chauffeur for that bossy boss of yours?”

Lianne grinned. “I’m his personal assistant, so it’s expected of me.”

“Once we get the money from the licensing fees, you can quit since it’s a great paycheck,” Tyler tried to

persuade Lianne. However, knowing her, she needed a job to feel secure. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As her best friends, they would support her work no matter what. “We’ll go with you. You can take him

home, and we will go home from there.”

“It’s part of my job. You can’t always be with me. Don’t worry. I’m like an infested cockroach. You can’t

kill me.” Lianne patted them on the shoulder.

Not wanting to put a lot of pressure on Lianne, they did not insist on accompanying her. They dropped

her off at the entrance of Bare and watched as she entered the premises before driving

away.

Lianne easily found her way to Zane and his buddy’s room.

Morgan looked at her with a radiant smile. He spread his arms apart to give her a hug. “Ms. Simpson,

long time no see. I missed you.”

“Hello, Mr. Quay.” Lianne turned to the side to avoid body contact with him while scanning the room.

Morgan was the only person in the space. “Did you lie to me?”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Morgan pointed at the balcony.

Lianne turned her gaze over and found Zane on the phone. She had not caught him there earlier

because the balcony was unlit.

Morgan said, “Don’t you want to use proximity to your advantage, Ms. Simpson?”

Lianne raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, Mr. Quay?”

Morgan drew close to Lianne and secretively uttered, “It’s an open secret that your boss’ wife is

cheating on him. Many women are going to throw themselves at him, but it’s not like he makes public

appearances. You’re a different story. You’re with him, day in and day out. Here’s your chance.”

Lianne wanted to poke Morgan’s head away. There was nothing in that little brain of his except for

nonsensical relationships. “Mr. Quay, I advise you to shut your mouth.”

It was hard for Morgan to believe any woman would turn Zane down. “Zane has the looks, the money,

and the bod. He doesn’t fool around with other women, either. Don’t you want to bag him?”

Lianne replied firmly, “Not at all. Mr. Quay, you should stop the nonsense unless you want me to lose

my job.”

The balcony door slid open, and in walked Zane.

His usually meticulously combed hair hung loosely by the strands. Strings of water beads slid across

his face, and the eyes behind the silver-framed spectacles were hazy. It seemed he was drunk.