The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day

Chapter 997: Chapter 997: Willow Grant, No Money

Principal Payne hurried off to reassure the students.

Some members of The Vanguard chased after the disturbance when the smoke cleared, while the others stayed behind to ensure Summer Monroe’s safety.

Under Summer Monroe’s instructions, members of The Vanguard also began to soothe the crowd.

Although the situation earlier was frightening, no real fighting broke out. Furthermore, Principal Payne was not inexperienced, and with the help of The Vanguard, both students and accompanying parents gradually calmed down.

Backstage, everything finally returned to normalcy. After a warning from The Vanguard, the incident was completely sealed off, and no news leaked out.

With the order restored, Summer Monroe remembered her purpose for coming backstage and went to make the payment.

A fifteen million payment was successful, and Summer Monroe carried the vase to Principal Payne.

"Principal, I’m returning this vase to you."

Principal Payne was taken aback and asked, "Didn’t you already win the vase through the auction?"

Summer Monroe shook her head and said, "I simply wanted to contribute to your charitable project. You know, the Stanton Family holds much responsibility for the plight of that village. Although I’m not considered part of the Stanton Family, I still wish to make amends."

Principal Payne nodded, accepted the vase, and praised, "Summer Monroe, I indeed didn’t misjudge you. I didn’t make a mistake in allowing you to study at our school."

Summer Monroe was about to speak when Willow Grant’s voice cut in, "Such a display of false pretense!"

Summer Monroe squinted and retorted, "Why? Did your mother’s tooth get fixed?"

"You—"

Willow Grant angrily ground her back teeth hard, almost enough to crush them.

Just then, Mrs. Grant’s unclear voice sounded: "How is this possible? Are you sure there isn’t a mistake? How can there be no money in the account?"

Willow Grant froze, immediately setting aside her ridicule of Summer Monroe, and rushed to Mrs. Grant’s side, asking, "Mom, what happened?"

Mrs. Grant frowned and said, "They said this card isn’t working."

Having just lost face, she only wanted to regain some dignity through making a payment.

But who would have thought, they said her card couldn’t be processed.

"How can this be?" Willow Grant asked in confusion, "Isn’t this dad’s supplementary card?"

The staff member instinctively asked, "Is there no money in the account?"

"That’s impossible!" Mrs. Grant directly denied, "Unless The Grant Corporation went bankrupt, there’s no way this card has no money!"

The staff member shrugged and said, "I don’t know then. I’ve tried many times, but the card just won’t go through. Do you have another card?"

Mrs. Grant gritted her teeth, pulled another card from her wallet, and laid it on the table.

"Try this one!"

This card was her own, and it had plenty of funds, although Mr. Grant didn’t know about this money.

However—

"It won’t go through; this card doesn’t work either."

"How can this be?!" Mrs. Grant’s eyes widened almost to the breaking point, "Are you deliberately targeting me?!"

In her anxiety, Mrs. Grant’s Rivain dialect slipped out.

At her exclamation, everyone backstage turned to look.

The cashier, managing to understand, responded with a stern face, "Why would I target you? If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. You can look at the machine yourself!"

Mrs. Grant and Willow Grant both bent down to take a look.

On the card reader, the words "transaction declined" were indeed displayed.

"This is impossible! It’s absolutely impossible!" Mrs. Grant nearly jumped in frustration.

Onlookers chuckled and whispered among themselves—

"What’s happening? Willow Grant was competing with my goddess for that sculpture, but couldn’t pay in the end? Hahahaha, I’m laughing so hard, I can’t find my head on the floor!"