Scarlett did a lot of shopping tonight. She spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on clothes, using Raymond's card.
It was such a wonderful feeling. She had never used Raymond's money before.
Of course, it wasn't because Raymond didn't give her his card.
In fact, after they got married, Raymond had Frank give her a bank card. And he told Frank to transfer $300,000 to that card every month.
But Scarlett never used Raymond’s money. After their divorce, she left the card on the dresser in the bedroom before she left the house.
Raymond pulled into the garage. Seeing Scarlett wandering, he touched the back of her head, "What are you thinking about?"
Scarlett got out of the trance. She looked sideways at him, "I was thinking about that bank card you gave me before."
Then she got out of the car.
Raymond was dumbfounded for a moment.
After a while, he got out of the car and walked behind her. "I'll get these bags."
Then he took all the bags.
Scarlett stepped aside. She let Raymond take the bags. She went upstairs and poured two glasses of water. When
Raymond came up, she handed him a glass.
After Scarlett changed the cups last time, Raymond didn't dare to take her glass again.
It was getting late, 10. p.m.. Scarlett reminded him, "It's ten o'clock."
Raymond put the glass on the table and asked, "Can I have a kiss before I go?"
Scarlett blushed slightly. She nodded her head.
Raymond said to have a kiss, but it was a long kiss.
After the kiss, he kept her in his arms.
They hold each other in silence for a few minutes, Raymond's eyes slightly closed, his arms tightly wrapped around Scarlett.
Frank was confused.
After a few seconds, Frank remembered it." Yes. What do you want, Mr. Shaw?”
"Get the expense record of that card for me tomorrow."
The card was gone. Most likely someone had taken it.
During the three years of their marriage, he had Frank transfer $300,000 to that card every month for Scarlett's expenses.
It was $3.6 million a year and $10.8 million in total for three years. It was not a small amount of money.
He gave it to Scarlett. Scarlett could do whatever she wanted with it, but no one else could take it.
"All right! I get it, Mr. Shaw."
"OK." Raymond hung up the phone.
Looking at the empty bed in front of him, for the first time, Raymond felt that the bedroom was too empty and he felt lonely. Well, frankly, this house needed a hostess.
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