The next morning, as soon as Duke pulled his car into the underground parking lot of the office building, Rachel got out of her Porsche. Here was the only place she could see him. She had been waiting. The minute he came into view, she walked toward him.

  "Duke, good morning." In a white dress, curly hair swinging in the wind as she walked, Rachel had put on an innocent image instead of her usual sexy style.

  "Morning, " Duke grunted without looking at her. He locked his car and was ready to leave, obviously not interested in speaking to her.

  "Duke, can I talk to you for a few minutes?" Rachel asked in a rush and quickened her steps, gripping her dress and biting her lip.

  "About what?" Duke asked briefly and slowed down his steps.

  "About…… Belinda, " Rachel hesitated, studying his expressions.

  "What about her?" Duke stopped and turned around abruptly. Apparently, even Belinda's name itself meant a lot to him.

  "Do you not know the kind of woman she is? She is marrying you because she wants to get the Leng Group, not because she loves you, " Rachel told him. She was convinced that when Duke got to know this, he would leave Belinda. Then she'd have her opportunity.

  "Oh. Really? Where did you hear that rumor?" Duke asked with a sneer. Indeed, marrying him hadn't been Belinda's intention. However, she hadn't eventually married him because she wanted the Leng Group - Belinda wasn't interested in anything Duke had. He had told Rachel about it before. It seemed like she had forgotten that. Or maybe she was just pretending to have forgotten.

  "It is not a rumor. She told me about it herself. I'm not lying, " Rachel replied in a triumphant tone. She thought she finally had something over Belinda that would clear all the obstacles in her path to become Duke's wife. Yesterday, she had noticed Belinda drove a Lotus sports car. It didn't cost much. Duke hadn't bought her a better car. Rachel was convinced that Belinda didn't mean to Duke as much as he claimed she did.

  "She told you herself? Are you sure?" Duke asked mischievously, wondering if he had missed something.

  "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you." Rachel made herself sound as sincere as possible

  lesser than a stranger to me. Try any tricks again, and you are dead. Understood?"

  Rachel had brought this on herself with her overconfidence. Looking at her, Duke only felt repulsion and ire. Her pale face and sorrowful eyes didn't trigger any other emotions in him.

  "Why are you doing this? I love you so much. You know that, don't you? You are so cruel to me. I know I hurt you in the past, but I explained myself to you. I had no other choice. If I had a family as rich as yours, I wouldn't have married a man I didn't love just for the sake of his money."

  Rachel felt regretful and blamed herself for having been tempted by wealth. It was her who should be Duke's wife, not the arrogant Belinda. But bygones were bygones, and regrets didn't mean anything now.

  "You never loved me. Even today, you only love the money. Don't speak of love again. It's an insult when it comes from your mouth." Duke secretly felt blessed that Rachel had left him. He would have destroyed his life if he had married her.

  "So I am the shallow one, is it? But who isn't? These days all relationships are based on money. There's no perfect love anymore in this world. Wake up! Every woman with you is out to get your money." Rachel didn't understand what was wrong if she had an appreciation for the rich. Why was she so evil in Duke's eyes just because she valued wealth? Wasn't Belinda the same? Didn't she love his money as much as Rachel did? So why didn't Duke hate her?