After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 439 No way to ask for help, so you have to fend for yourself

Katelyn had never thought about it in her life.

Micah Lloyd, the son of the Lloyd family, who was famous in Suham, asked her to borrow money.

And, for only twenty dollar...

She always felt something odd, but she still rummaged through the designer purse.

However, she couldn't replace a twenty dollar bill in her purse, but a hundred dollar.

She froze and the atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds.

With Micah's gaze, she could only smile awkwardly, "Mr. Micah, please wait a moment."

She got up and went to the housekeeper. Finally, she got the twenty dollar from the housekeeper and handed it to him.

Micah took it and put it in his pants pocket and said politely, "Thanks a lot."

As expected, he borrowed the money and went out the door without stopping for a moment.

He arrived at the Jana Grand Hotel as fast as he could shortly after Abigail left.

But he stood in the doorway and did not enter.

Abigail was inside having lunch with her fiancé. In what role should he take to go in to her?

In which way that it would not awkward but reasonable to drive her fiancé away and talk to Abigail alone?

After pondering for a while, he felt he was still not good at love and stuff.

So he decided to message Keith again and ask for advice.

But, he touched his empty pockets, and suddenly remembered that, in order to do sad-fishing, his phone and wallet were all left in the hotel room There was even no way to get help so he could only think of his own way.

The Callahan family in Suham.

At lunchtime, the Callahan family was all seated by the table. Because Shane was back, the meal was extra sophisticated.

Melissa had little interest in this and was all eyes on the door.

Shane had said that her mother would be coming for lunch today and she was eager to meet her.

The anticipation inside her heart was growing. She clutched the hem of her skirt with both hands, with her fingers fiddling restlessly.

Shane noticed her nervousness and was about to say something when an elegant woman appeared in the dining room doorway. Everyone looked over.

But many of them lowered their heads the moment they saw who it was.

Melissa was the most excited one. She stood up and tried to look at the woman who was walking toward them elegantly.

Her mom, named Caitlin Combs, was the old Mr. Callahan's second wife.

His first wife gave birth to the eldest son of the Callahan family and died soon afterwards due to illness.

The old Mr. Callahan married her after his first wife died.

Over the years, she gave birth to many kids.

She gave birth to Shane Callahan, the second son of the family; Timothy Callahan, the third; Esther Callahan aka Melissa, the fifth; and Rebecca, the youngest daughter. And after so many years of childbirth, she still kept her body shape and was elegant and noble.

Melissa's eyes were red and she stared earnestly at Caitlin.

Caitlin's eyebrows and eyes really looked like hers. Melissa was the most resembled one of all her siblings.

She couldn't hide her excitement inside, and when she saw Caitlin coming this way, she offered her hand.

But Caitlin didn't even look at her, brushing right past her and walking toward Shane.

She asked with slightly displeased voice, "Why did you have to let me be here? It's delaying my rituals."

Shane smiled faintly and said in a modest and gentle way, "Mom, my sister is back. She misses you so much."

"Sister?" Caitlin was slightly surprised, "Which sister of yours?"

Melissa blushed slightly, staring intently at the woman's elegant back.

Timothy, across the table, looked cold and lowered his head as if it was none of his business. And Rebecca snorted quietly and gloated.

Shane steadily took Caitlin's hand and led her back to Melissa who was standing behind her, "Mom, this is Esther, your daughter, the fifth daughter of our family."

Caitlin responded by looking at Melissa. There was no surprise and no love in her eyes, only endless indifference, as if she was looking at a stranger.

Melissa felt awkward being stared at by her, bit her lower lip and called out to her timidly, "Mom."

Caitlin immediately arched her eyebrows and smiled, nodding politely, "Hello, feel free and listen to Shane in the future at our family."

The "hello" made Rebecca laugh uncontrollably. Until she was stared at by Shane, she coughed lightly and stifled her laughter.

Shane changed the subject, "Well, since everyone is here, let's hurry up and eat, or the food will get cold."

He helped Caitlin sit down in a filial and respectful manner.

Caitlin picked up a fork. Form her cuffs, there were red marks revealed on his wrist.

Everyone was eating with their heads down, except Melissa who kept quietly watching Caitlin and noticed the red marks on her wrists, which made her suspicious.

...

It was lunchtime and Micah was still standing in front of the Jana Grand Hotel.

He mused in annoyance, regretting that he hadn't listened to Keith before he came here and should have read more articles about love and chasing girls.

Moreover, he only had ten dollars now. If he went into such a high-end restaurant, he would always be afraid of being found out.

What should he do now?

Time was passing by, so he simply went straight into the hotel.

After showing his identity, a waiter immediately called for the manager.

The manager quickly came down from upstairs and greeted him respectfully.

His hands were in his pockets, and he looked cold and haughty. He did not expect that Collin had the largest holding of this hotel.

Collin had many companies all over the world. Perhaps he even didn't know how many holding companies he had in Frayton.

With the help of Collin, he managed to enter this hotel.

The manager bent over and smiled flatteringly, "Mr. Micah, what brings you to here in Frayton? Do you have guests to entertain today? I will arrange the best room for you." "No, I come here to replace Mr. Weaver. Which private room was booked by him?"

"Mr. Weaver?" the manager thought for a moment, "Only one Mr. Weaver has booked a private room today. Are you looking for Gavin Weaver?"

Micah didn't know his name, didn't care about it either and said with colder voice, "The one engaged with the Matthews family's daughter."

The manager smiled heartily, "Then it should be Gavin Weaver. Mr. Micah, please follow me."

*

In the finest room.

Gavin Weaver got up and poured a glass of wine for Abigail.

He was not handsome. He got small eyes, but was not ugly. With near-sighted glasses, he seemed to be gentle.

Abigail kept her head down, didn't look at him, and waited for him to finish pouring the wine before saying coldly, "I drove myself here. I can't drink." He blushed slightly, but passed the glass to Abigail.

"Abigail, it's hard to ask you out for once. Just drink with me. I'll call a designated driver for you later."

"Abigail, for the sake of serving you with the wine personally, do me the honor of having a drink." "Please, Abigail."

He softened his voice and stared at her expectantly.

Abigail couldn't stand his direct gaze, put down her fork and picked up the glass of wine he offered.

Gavin clinked his glass self-consciously. The glass sounded crisp and pleasant, as he stared at Abigail's face, waiting for her to drink.

Abigail noticed his look, and her vigilance in the business made her wrinkle her eyebrows in suspicion.

"You kept persuading me to drink. You didn't put something in it, did you?"