She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Chapter 105 

Moira felt her wrists tired after practicing the pl 

plano for two hours. She reached out to her phone and wanted to read some news. 

She noticed she received a text from her bank when she picked up her phone. 

Obelisk Bank: [Moira, 20,000,000 dollars from Barclay Covington has been deposited in your debit card ending with 9987 on July 10.] 

She screamed inside, ‘Oh my God! Am I dreaming?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Moira was so excited that her hands trembled as she attempted to take a screenshot. She tried a few times before she successfully did it and forwarded it to Juliet. 

Moira: [Juliet, check this out! Is it 20 million dollars?] 

Juliet: [What? Did Barclay really transfer 20 million dollars to you?] She sent a screaming–in–shock meme. 

Juliet: [Wait! Too many zeros. Let me count it one more time!] 

Juliet: [Girl, I’ve counted it for eight times. It is 20 million dollars! Did you ask your husband to compensate you? I swear I was joking before. Come on! 20 million dollars! Why is transferring 20 million dollars so easy for Mr. Covington as if he’s giving you 200 dollars?] 

Juliet: [I’m sorry! Did I just insult 200 dollars? She sent a meme of a groundhog roaring 

Moira: [He may be misunderstanding something. I’ll go talk to him!] 

Juliet: [Agreed. It’s not just a joke. It’s better to ask him for clarification, especially considering the amount of money!] 

Moira sent a meme with the text “I’m going.” 

Moira thought, “I admit that I was so thrilled when I received 20 million dollars that I wanted to jump up and scream. Come on. It’s 20 million dollars! Honestly, I’ve never seen so much money in my life! it’s a great surprise, but I can’t take his money. Well, I like money, but I’m not a gold digger. I’m well aware of my relationship with Barclay!‘ 

Moira checked the time and realized it was already past three in the afternoon. She wondered, “Barclay is probably taking a nap at this time. However, don’t feel comfortable having so much money that doesn’t belong to me in my bank account! Never mind. I’m going to check it out 

She left the piano room and walked downstairs. As she expected, Barclay was no longer on the first floor. Rose was on her break and was not there. The whole villa was in silence. 

Moira assumed Barclay was napping, so she grabbed her phone and returned to the second floor, thinking, ‘Well, I’m also going back to my room for a 

nap‘ 

Before she could reach the door to her room, Barclay suddenly opened the door to the master bedroom and stood behind the door, asking, “Did you finish practicing the piano?” 

Barclay had changed into a black satin shirt, accentuating his smooth skin. His arched eyebrows resembled crescent moons, and his eyes gleamed like two shining stars. Altogether, he exuded the aura of a noble gentleman, radiant and refined. 

Moira was shocked by Barclay’s appearance. When she returned to reality, she pinched the rabbit ears on her phone case to cover her guilt. She avoided meeting Barclay’s gaze and replied, “Yes, I’ve finished practicing for today.” 

Barclay asked, “Are you going to take a nap?” 

Moira nodded. She was afraid that Barclay would misunderstand her words, so she hurriedly added, “I’m looking for you.” 

Barclay raised an eyebrow and replied, “Oh?” His expression was shifting from cold to casual. 

He released his grip on the doorknob and invited, “Would you like to come in and talk about it?” 

Moira pondered, ‘It doesn’t feel appropriate. However, she moved her left foot without knowing why. She had no choice but to lift right foot and step Inside. 

Barclay had already entered the master bedroom while Moira hesitated. The master room was large but sparsely furnished. There was a smaller secondary room with a set of black leather sofas. 

As soon as Moira entered the room, her eyes fell upon a bottle of red wine on the table, accompanied by an unfinished glass. 

She subconsciously glanced at Barclay, her gaze gradually settling on his thin lips. She found them even more seductive when tinged with the hues of red 

wine. 

Barclay sat down and pointed at the bottle of red wine on the table, asking. “Do you want a glass?” 

Moira immediately recalled that she hugged Barclay and asked him for kisses last night when she heard Barclay’s words. She stood there, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment, and politely declined, “No more drinks, thanks.” She thought, “I can’t afford to get drunk again. Who knows what I might do this time.” 

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