The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 302

She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a card. "This is for you."

Clifford glanced at the bank card but didn't take it.

"I just sold all the clothes and bags I've never worn, and those cars I never drive," Yesenia explained. "I'm still getting the house appraised, but once it sells, I'll have the buyer deposit the money into this account. The house should go for about eighty million, so with everything else, it'll be around two hundred million. And my acting fees…"

"Yesenia," Clifford cut her off.

She paused, looking at him in confusion. "What?"

Clifford took the card from her hand and tucked it back into her coat pocket. "You don't have to do this."

"Is it not enough?"

He sighed softly and turned to look at the gray horizon. "I don't need it."

"How could you not need it?"

"What kind of person do you think I am?" he asked.

Yesenia couldn't quite say. He wasn't a good person, but he wasn't exactly a bad one either. He was always shrouded in an impenetrable mystery. What drew her to him was his unique aura, that confidence of being in complete control. To put it plainly, he had the air of a powerful man that few women could resist. Just his presence was captivating.

When she remained silent, Clifford turned back to her. "Even if that day really comes, do you think I would need a woman to pay my debts?"

His words, especially the first part, threw her for a loop. What did he mean, 'Even if that day really comes?' Was everything he said before a lie?

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