Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 820: Chapter 820 Uncle, Are You Dad?

Catherine Ford mechanically turned her head to look at Benjamin Jones, her mouth slightly ajar, swallowing unconsciously, followed by her heart pounding uncontrollably like a drumstick, her whole body’s scalp tingling, momentarily unsure whether she was insane or the man beside her was.

Nancy Newman and Kyle Carter’s expressions weren’t any better; in their eyes, Catherine Ford was a second-hand woman with no family background or education, promiscuous, dragging along a child, and divorced – being with a man in his fifties would already be considered lucky, yet the man in front of them clearly had an extraordinary background.

How could this be possible?

Nancy’s eyes turned red with jealousy, “Impossible, if you really liked her, how could you let her wear such LOW-quality clothes and shoes, aren’t you embarrassed by the depreciation?”

Upon hearing this, Benjamin Jones looked towards Catherine Ford.

Catherine suddenly tensed up, shifting awkwardly to the side. Although she was scrutinized by Nancy and looked miserable, she was not panicked, but now she felt uneasy, unsure what to do. Since having her daughter Alice, she had been busy taking care of her, avoiding Foster Newman’s insanity, and as Alice grew a bit older, she had to find ways to make money. She too had her youthful moments like other girls, pursuing shiny dreams, but later on, life wore her down.

If there was spare energy, who wouldn’t want to be a delicate and beautiful woman? But not everyone is that lucky.

And she was never a lucky person.

But in the past, she never cared about these matters, yet now she knew Lawyer Jones was defending her, and she felt embarrassed for him.

Nancy Newman saw Catherine’s reaction clearly, a smug smile curling her lips, just about to mock Catherine when Benjamin Jones pulled out a black gold card from his suit pocket and handed it to Catherine, “I’ve asked you to keep this before; you never listened. Now people think I’m stingy, right? You should listen from now on.”

Catherine blankly received the gold card from him, staring at him dazedly, but met his usual cool, indifferent deep eyes, her heart trembled gently, and she obediently murmured an agreement.

“Let’s go.” Benjamin Jones glanced at the time, no longer wanting to entangle with these people.

Catherine, knowing his time was precious, hurried to follow.

Nancy Newman and Kyle Carter were still in a daze, a dance teacher nearby exclaimed, “I know that card; it’s the HQ Bank’s black gold card, only those with assets over a hundred million possess it, there’s no spending limit, oh my, Alice’s mom is really full of surprises.”

“No way?” another female teacher gasped.