Read Chapter 1452 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
This amount was indeed worth it.
That was because if that woman did not leave, the Sheldon family’s monthly allowance would at most not exceed seven figures, which was the standard amount for ordinary wives of the gentry.
According to Fiona’ s character, perhaps she would not give that woman a penny after their marriage.
Instead of being looked down on, it was certainly better to leave with $500 million.
No wonder Lance’s ex was willing to give up the pot of gold that was Lance. This amount was certainly very tempting!
Lance looked at Yvette’s look that was envious for a moment and lamenting the next.
It was truly amusing.
Yvette felt that if it were her and Sean Moore, Sean’s mother would not have sent her off with $500 million.
She was frustrated when she compared her situation with Lance’s ex.
Lance suddenly remembered something. “By the way, you and Mr. Moore…”
Yvette paused for a moment and looked away. “It’s over.”
Lance nodded indifferently.
“No wonder. I told my mother that you had a boyfriend, but she didn’t believe me. You wouldn’t have come if you had one.”
How else would Mrs. Quimbey have arranged this meal in such a timely manner?
The night sky outside the window was dark but gorgeous.
The air outside was chilly. Yvette felt a little cold and could not help but tighten the jacket on her body.
Lance’s eyes darkened.
Nothing was said, and they looked out the window together.
After a while, the two mothers were so carried away in chatting that they did not know what time it was.
The two people agreed to talk next time.
Yvette and Lance went back and were ready to say goodbye to each other.
As a result, Fiona patted Lance’s arm.
“There’s no rush! Auntie Quimbey and I will take a stroll first. Why don’t you take Yvette home?”
Lance was stunned and looked at Mrs. Quimbey.
He had planned to send Mrs. Quimbey and Yvette home together.
However, Fiona wanted Mrs. Quimbey to stay, which left Lance and Yvette alone.
Everyone understood her intent.
Yvette paused and could not help but speak.
“Aunt Fiona, it’s already so late. You still have to rest, so we can just go back together.”
Mrs. Quimbey glared at her daughter.
“It’s not late! You usually hang out with Nicole and the girls until the wee hours of the morning. What time is it now anyway? Just go back with Lance first…”
Yvette wanted to say something else, but she was shocked by her mother’s gaze and could not say a word.
Lance smiled. “Okay, I’ll definitely make sure that Ms. Quimbey gets home safely. Don’t worry.”
Fiona said, “That’s more like it. You have to seize the opportunity!”
Fiona reminded her son excitedly. Lance nodded helplessly.
Fiona and Mrs. Quimbey walked out hand in hand.
Mrs. Quimbey said, “See, Lance is such a good boy. Look how understanding he is!”
Fiona said, “The more I look at them, the more compatible they are! I think we can choose a date for their engagement party. Let’s add a few more tables…”
Lance and Yvette looked at each other and could not help but laugh.
They were both forcefully set up and felt awkward, yet there was no room for refusal.
Yvette took off the jacket she was wearing and handed it over to Lance.
“Here, I won’t bother you any longer. Our mothers are gone, so I’ll head back.”
Lance raised his eyebrows and did not take it.
“No way. If my mother finds out that I ditched you,
she’ll skin me alive!”
Yvette said, “I didn’t expect you to be such a mama’s boy.”
Lance frowned. “What do you mean by mama’s boy?”
Yvette shut her mouth.
Someone like Lance probably did not understand the meaning of it.
“It just means that you always listen to your mom. You’ll follow whatever your mom says.”
Lance frowned hesitantly and shook his head in disapproval.
“No, I only listen to whatever’ s right and fulfill her requests as much as possible, not all of them.”
Yvette shrugged. “Well, you’re a very filial son, Mr. Sheldon, but you can make an exception this time. I still recognize the way home.”
Lance shook his head and let out a low chuckle under the dim lights.
“No can do…”
