C7 Use Money to Redeem His Fatherinlaw!

About ten minutes later, Zoie and Rollins arrived at Propitious Hall.

Inside, Tracy and Hasten had been anxiously waiting for what felt like an eternity, their faces etched with worry.

Several imposing bodyguards in suits stood nearby, their presence adding to the solemnity of the atmosphere.

Upon seeing Zoie and Rollins enter, Tracy quickly approached them, her voice tinged with urgency, "Zoie, were you able to secure the loan?"

"Yes, Mom, I've got it right here," Zoie promptly replied, producing the check from her purse and handing it to Tracy.

Relief washed over Hasten's face as he took in the sight of the eight million check, his earlier despair giving way to a choked-up sense of joy at the thought of avoiding a grim fate behind bars.

Tracy, barely containing her excitement, exclaimed, "I can't believe how generous Mr. Wilson is, to lend you eight million just like that!"

Her mood swiftly shifted as she turned a scornful eye toward Rollins, "And you, look at Mr. Wilson's magnanimity compared to your poverty. If you truly care for Zoie, you'd divorce her immediately so she can marry Mr. Wilson and finally have a decent life."

Rollins simply shrugged, well-accustomed to his mother-in-law's disdain; he had long since stopped expecting any words of praise from her.

With a tone of exasperation, Zoie interjected, "Mom, you've got it all wrong."

But Tracy was relentless, "Zoie, there's no need to defend such a failure. You know how well Mr. Wilson treats you. Rollins is nothing compared to him—it's like comparing day to night."

"But Mom, Rollins is the one who borrowed the money!"

Tracy was taken aback, "What? You mean to tell me you didn't get the money from Mr. Wilson, but this good-for-nothing actually managed to borrow it elsewhere?"

Zoie quickly set the record straight, "Mom, Wensel is nothing but a despicable scoundrel. He never had any intention of lending me the money and even tried to take advantage of me. Thankfully, Rollins stepped in and stopped him. Wensel's now locked up and won't be seeing the light of day for a very long time."

Zoie added with a sigh of relief, "We really owe Rollins a huge debt of gratitude. Without his help in securing that eight million loan, I would have been at a loss."

Tracy's face twisted into a complex expression upon hearing Zoie's words. The very person she had always dismissed as worthless had turned out to be their savior. And Young Mr. Wilson, the one she had pinned her hopes on, had proven to be nothing but a letdown.

Recalling her previous scorn and mockery of Rollins, Tracy was overcome with embarrassment, her cheeks burning with shame.

Hasten chimed in with an awkward smile, trying to smooth things over. "The source doesn't matter. The main thing is we got the money."

Tracy shot him a withering look. "What's good about it? Zoie still has to pay it back. And just look at the mess you've made! I'll be having words with you about this at home."

Hasten's face reddened, and he mumbled a meek, "Alright."

The manager from Propitious Hall approached, his voice icy. "Mr. Ramirez, do you have the funds ready?"

Hasten hurriedly presented the check, saying, "Yes, it's all here."

He then turned to the manager with a tentative look. "May I go now?"

The manager dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Certainly."

Back at home, Tracy snapped at Rollins, who was standing idly by. "What are you waiting for? Go make your dad a bowl of noodles."

Rollins grinned and headed to the kitchen. "Sure thing, I'm on it."

Hasten, looking anxious, sidled up to his wife with a fawning smile. "Darling, we really have you and Zoie to thank for this. I would've been in a terrible spot otherwise."

But Hasten's words only fanned the flames of Tracy's anger.

Her voice rose as she berated him. "Have the nerve to bring that up? If you hadn't shattered Propitious Hall's vase, would we be in this situation, owing them eight million?!"

"It's all Rollins's fault. If he hadn't decided to park on Antique Street, I wouldn't have spotted that bottle, let alone broken it."

Hasten quickly tried to defend himself, shifting the blame onto Rollins without a hint of shame.

Tracy, however, grew even more upset as the conversation dragged on. She exclaimed in frustration, "We're already drowning in debt. What are we going to do now?"

Hasten responded with a sycophantic smile, "Honey, I realize I messed up. Please, don't be so mad."

Zoie watched her parents' exchange with a furrowed brow, thinking to herself, 'Even though Rollins's friend isn't pressing for the money, we still have two million at home. We should pay back that amount first, then figure out how to settle the rest.'

Just then, Rollins came over with a bowl of noodles and set it down in front of Hasten.

Upon seeing Rollins, Zoie didn't hesitate any longer. She turned to Tracy and said, "Mom, let's give Rollins the two million from our savings so he can pay back his friend."

Tracy's frown deepened, and she responded with dissatisfaction, "Give away all two million? How will we manage our own expenses?"

While speaking, Tracy gave Rollins a hopeful look and, with a forced smile, said, "Rollins, could you maybe have a word with your wealthy friend, ask him to give us a little more time?"

Rollins chuckled and replied amiably, "Of course, I can do that."

"Absolutely not," Zoie interjected, glaring at Rollins before turning back to Tracy. "Mom, we can't afford to wait. Please transfer the money to Rollins right away."

Tracy seemed inclined to stall, murmuring, "But..."

Zoie cut her off with unwavering determination, "Mom, no 'buts.' We need to give the money to Rollins."

Left with no other choice, Tracy handed her phone over to Zoie with a resigned sigh. The family finances had always been under Tracy's control, safeguarded in her mobile banking app.

Without delay, Zoie took the phone and transferred the two million to Rollins's account.

Rollins glanced at his phone as a notification chimed in—a message from the bank confirming his balance had increased by a cool two million.

"Honey, I've got it," he announced.

Zoie gave a nod and instructed, "Please transfer the money to your friend soon, and don't forget to pass along my thanks."

"Don't worry, honey. I'm on it," Rollins assured her with a nod.

Tracy watched the couple's smooth interaction with a frown, her dissatisfaction with her own husband, Hasten, growing by the second. She shot him a withering look and snapped, "All you do is eat. Can't you see the mess you've made with your foolishness?"

Hasten, feeling small, didn't dare utter a word. He quickly grabbed his bowl and scuttled out of the living room, defeated.

Later that evening, after dinner, Rollins was tidying up the kitchen when his phone rang. He pulled it out to find Heyden, the newly appointed president of Wandos Company, calling. Making sure the coast was clear, Rollins answered.

"Young Master, the Wandos Company requires your signature for the appointment agreement. When might you be available?" Heyden's voice was filled with deference.

Rollins slapped his forehead, a memory surfacing. Flinn had mentioned that as the true power behind Wandos, nothing significant could happen without his sign-off.

"I'll be free tomorrow. Wait for me at the office," Rollins decided.

"Very well, Young Master. I look forward to your arrival," Heyden replied, ever respectful.

"Alright," Rollins said before ending the call.

Just then, Zoie, clad in her pajamas, approached with a puzzled look. "Who were you talking to on the phone this late? It's bedtime."

Rollins conjured up a quick excuse, "Just some telemarketing call. I'm heading to bed now."

Zoie seemed satisfied with the answer and returned to their room, slipping under the covers without further question.

Rollins laid out a blanket on the ground, pulled the quilt over himself, and quickly drifted off into a deep slumber.