Result of Greed

A week before the wedding, Sean Green begged me to date his best friend.

"Honey, just one month. I'll come get you when it's over. You know better than anyone how to be a surrogate girlfriend. Please do this for me? Help him get over the regret of losing his first love so young."

I said nothing and nodded without hesitation, but I was not doing it for him. Before I got together with Sean, I was indeed famous in high society as a surrogate girlfriend. So, when Sean pursued me, I did not believe him. I thought it was just another game some nepobaby had come up with until I rejected him for the ninety-ninth time.

"Sean, I'm not some decent woman. I love money, and I've been a surrogate girlfriend for a lot of people. If you want me to act as one, we'll do this properly, and you can name a price."

I tried my hardest to look arrogant, but he pried open my clenched hand and pressed a black credit card into my palm. His eyes were full of heartache as he said, "I have money. All you need to do is be yourself, my girlfriend, and my future wife. No one will ever make you a stand-in again."

I believed him.

At least, until a few days ago, when I saw his chat with his friends.

[Now that the real one is back, the surrogate girlfriend doesn't seem so appealing anymore, right? Aren't you afraid she'll actually sleep with him since you're handing her off to someone else? Or run away with him?]

Sean replied: [She won't. She loves me to death.]

[Besides, it's not like I'm not going to marry her. I just want to make up for my regret when Anita's back this time.]

[Ethan Foster is my best friend. He knows where the lines are. He won't touch her.]

But Sean did not know that the best friend he was talking about had long since lost all sense of restraint with me.

The moment I agreed, Sean came out of the bedroom carrying a suitcase. It was as if he had packed it a long time ago. He then said, "I'll take you there now."

There was a hint of coldness in my eyes. Was he really that eager to hand his own fiancée over to someone else?

Sean pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on top of my head as if he had noticed my mood. Then, he said, "Honey, I just want you to go sooner so you can come back to me sooner, too."

Then, he held my face and laughed softly. "You're overthinking things again, aren't you? If it weren't for my best friend, I would never let you go back to your old work."

He gently urged me into the passenger seat and said, "I'll have someone sort through the rest of your things and send them over after packing them up. Just be