Lily angrily slapped Catherine's hand away.
Catherine's hand froze in mid-air. She frowned. "Don't be like that. You can't stop your mother from pursuing her own happiness, can you?"
"You're not my mother," Lily said stubbornly. "Not anymore."
"Tch, ungrateful." Catherine scowled, then turned without another word. Her high heels went CLICK-CLACK-CLICK as she walked away and got into a Porsche parked at the curb.
Li Wei leaned against the wall. No matter how he looked at it, the whole situation felt bizarre.
There was no denying that Catherine was a blonde beauty. When she married Don Quixote, she was only in her twenties, so it was understandable that she had him wrapped around her finger.
But now, although she had kept herself up well, she was still approaching 40. Logically, a super-eligible bachelor who could spend over a hundred thousand USD on her in just two weeks would never be *this* infatuated with her.
'Wait,' Li Wei suddenly thought. 'A family trust?'
