I dressed up as the vicious female supporting character in the novel who robbed the CEO. According to the plot, I was supposed to run away with the ball. He decisively handed the breakup fee to the president: "Five million, we'll pay it all."
Five years later, I was selling pancakes with my genius son, and the CEO's luxury car was parked in front of the stall. The son raised his head calmly: "Mommy, daddy is here to buy one, get one free."
The CEO took out a stack of checks with red eyes: "Fifty million, I'll buy you for life."
I sneered and raised the price: "Five hundred million, please stay away."
But he suddenly knelt down and said, "I'll spend 50 billion to buy you and me to remarry, okay?"
