Stanley was so generous that George paused for a moment before replying, "Mr. Hawk, just give whatever you think is appropriate."

Stanley raised an eyebrow. "How about a million?"

A million?

George's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Stanley to casually offer that much.

"That will be enough."

Stanley took out a check and handed it to George..

George quickly counted the zeros. It really was a million! "Thank you, Mr. Hawk. I'll be on my way now."

With the check in hand, George walked off, clearly pleased.

Stanley returned to the bedroom, where Wendy was already waiting for him.

Wendy glanced at him and asked, "What did George talk to you about?"

Stanley casually undid a button on his black shirt, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and smirked. "What do you think he could have said?"

furrowed her brow. "I'm asking seriously. I'm

on the dresser. Noticing her tense, serious expression, he raised an eyebrow. "He didn't say

"Did you give him

"I did."

"How much?"

"One million."

did you give him money? And

approached her. "Wendy, what's with you tonight? That's your foster father. What's wrong

at him, his aristocratic appearance exuding elegance and generosity. Stanley had always been generous, never stingy with her. A million was nothing to him, more like a

for two million tomorrow. You're just feeding his greed.

but

lowered his voice, asking, "Why did your foster father

was asking her about her foster

for her despite

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