The Night I Left, He Turned Grey

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Leila Jennings: Money for Sarah Lynch to Play With, and None for You

Mrs. Sinclair was shocked. "That much!"

She sat back down.

Leila Jennings said, "Sean Sinclair always made a lot of money, especially in the tech industry. Before he was promoted to president of Stellaxis Technologies, he was already a project manager. When a product project turned a profit, the dividends and bonuses were substantial. After he became president, his salary was just the most ordinary of his many sources of income. We just never knew about it."

His wife didn’t know, his parents didn’t know, his sister didn’t know.

Only Sarah Lynch knew.

Not only did she know, she had cleaned him out.

’What can I even think about Sean Sinclair?’

’After all, I wasn’t much better, having been foolishly kept in the dark for four long years.’

Mrs. Sinclair’s face turned livid with anger. "Is suing her the only way?"

Leila Jennings said, "I can just sue Sarah Lynch. Sean Sinclair won’t be a defendant. What are you worried about?"

Mrs. Sinclair retorted, "If word of this gets out, how is the Sinclair family supposed to save face? How can my son show his face in public? He’s already made the company shareholders unhappy by losing that project. If a problem with his private life comes out now, won’t everyone aim their fire at him?"

’Although she had never held a job, she’d often heard her husband say that the deceit and treachery among men at the company was far more severe than the backstabbing and intrigue among women.’

The Sinclair family was still counting on Sean Sinclair.

Mrs. Sinclair looked extremely reluctant.

Leila Jennings said, "Think it over. One hundred million."

Mrs. Sinclair retorted, "Even if you get the one hundred million back, it won’t be ours. The mistress has to return the full amount, but you and Sean Sinclair are already divorced, so the returned money will all go to you. Only if you and Sean weren’t divorced would the money continue to be marital property."

’She’s done her homework.’

Leila Jennings looked at her quietly. "How big of a cut does the Sinclair family want?"

Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes lit up. "A seventy-thirty split. We get seventy, you get thirty. That money was my son’s to begin with. Leila Jennings, if you’re sincere, I’ll go find the evidence right now."

"I know you haven’t seen my son since the divorce, and even if you did, you wouldn’t exchange a word. You’re not willing to go snooping around him for evidence yourself."

She was a bit smug, thinking she was the only one who could get the evidence of Sean Sinclair’s infidelity.

’I could get it myself; it’s just a matter of time.’

’But I won’t agree to Mrs. Sinclair’s outrageous demand.’

Leila Jennings stood up. "In that case, I’ll figure out another way myself."

Mrs. Sinclair was stunned. freewēbnoveℓ.com

’Why isn’t she following the script?’

’Doesn’t she want this money back more than anything?’

"Wait," Mrs. Sinclair called out, conceding, "Fifty-fifty."

Leila Jennings showed no intention of sitting back down.

"That’s already a lot!" Mrs. Sinclair said. "Don’t you be the one making outrageous demands!" freēwēbnovel.com

Leila Jennings said unhurriedly, "You’re the one who needs to think clearly. If I don’t go after this money, it’ll belong to Sarah Lynch. I won’t get it back, and neither will the Sinclair family."

"I can sue Sarah Lynch on the grounds of it being marital property. On what grounds can you?"

Mrs. Sinclair was stumped.

’What grounds could we possibly have?’

’Her own son had eagerly given the money to that woman.’

Mrs. Sinclair felt like she was about to suffocate again. She gulped down the entire glass of water and finally calmed down.

"Sixty-forty."

Leila Jennings remained silent.

Mrs. Sinclair gritted her teeth. "You take seventy, we take thirty."

Leila Jennings nodded. "Alright."

Mrs. Sinclair said, "We need to sign a contract! Put it in black and white, or you might go back on your word."

Leila Jennings nodded again. "But only after you obtain concrete evidence. What if you fail to get any, but we find some on our own? That wouldn’t be a good deal for me."

"You really are sharp!" Mrs. Sinclair said, grinding her teeth in frustration. "How did I never realize you were so shrewd and calculating?"

In reality, Leila Jennings was quite shrewd and calculating. Otherwise, how could she have maintained a respectable household on the three thousand a month Sean Sinclair gave her, on top of her own salary? It was all through meticulous budgeting.

Mrs. Sinclair got up and left.

Leila Jennings’s words had forced her to go to the trouble of finding evidence. If she couldn’t find anything useful, she wouldn’t get a single cent.

Watching Mrs. Sinclair hail a cab and leave, Leila Jennings sat back down and also took a sip of plain water.

Just as she was hoping to sit quietly for a moment, a shadow fell over her.

She looked up.

Cecilia Sinclair said aggressively, "What were you just talking to my mom about? You even mentioned money. What money?"

Leila Jennings looked at her in surprise. "Where were you hiding just now?"

"You’re the one who’s hiding! I was sitting right in that corner!" Cecilia Sinclair had followed her mother here. When other customers entered, she used them as cover to slip in and found a corner to sit in.

Unfortunately, the corner was a little too far away. She had only heard her mother’s raised voice saying, "That much!" It was definitely about money.

She had gone to the cruise ship yesterday to confront Sarah Lynch but couldn’t find her. Then her brother had personally driven her home. Since she didn’t know where Sarah Lynch lived, she had no choice but to drop it.

"Is it about the money my brother lent Sarah?" Cecilia Sinclair sat down across from Leila Jennings, leaning forward slightly, eagerly awaiting an answer.

"Lent?" Leila Jennings leaned back, putting some distance between them. Her perfume was the exact same as Sarah Lynch’s, and Leila hated the scent.

"Who told you that?"

"Sean Sinclair?"

"My brother," Cecilia Sinclair said at the same time.

Leila Jennings said bluntly, "Sean Sinclair even lies to you, his own sister. You’re less important to him than Sarah Lynch."

Cecilia Sinclair glared at her angrily. "Aren’t you also less important to my brother than Sarah?"

"He’s not important to me now, either," Leila Jennings retorted.

Cecilia Sinclair scoffed. ’She doesn’t believe it for a second.’

’Otherwise, why did she drag out the divorce for so long?’

"What did you mean by what you just said? What do you mean, ’my brother lied to me’?"

"That money wasn’t a loan. It was just spending money Sean Sinclair gave Sarah Lynch for fun." Leila Jennings glanced at her. "He gave it to Sarah Lynch to play with, and you didn’t even get a share."

"Do you know why you couldn’t go study abroad? Sean Sinclair didn’t have the money. He gave it all to Sarah Lynch."

Those few short sentences completely enraged Cecilia Sinclair.

She slammed both hands on the table and asked, just as aggressively as before, "You know where Sarah lives, don’t you?"

Leila Jennings feigned surprise. "She’s never taken you there? The large apartment Sean Sinclair bought for her is much nicer than the one he bought for you. It’s at The Aquarina. I can take you there."

The file Nathaniel Cole had given her included the specific building, floor, and apartment number.

When Cecilia Sinclair heard the name "The Aquarina," she finally understood why her mother had nearly fainted from anger. She was about to faint from anger herself.

"Take me to her!"

"Mm." Leila Jennings was more than happy to lead the way.

Non-residents weren’t allowed into The Aquarina, but it was built by the Cole Group.

She sent a message to Cherry Cole. As soon as Cherry heard there was drama to be had, she drove over at lightning speed.

She owned several apartments here and swaggered in with them, but you needed to swipe a key card to select a floor in the elevator.

Leila Jennings said to Cecilia Sinclair, "Call her. Tell her Sean Sinclair is looking for her. She’ll definitely come down."

Cecilia Sinclair took out her phone, saying angrily, "She didn’t even answer my call last night! I made that trip for nothing!"

Cherry Cole said, "She was busy taking a dive yesterday."

Cecilia Sinclair looked puzzled for a moment, then the call connected.

"Sarah? My brother and I are downstairs. We didn’t bring a key card. Can you come down and get us?"

Sarah Lynch, on the other end of the line, wasn’t suspicious at all and said she’d be right down.

Leila Jennings and Cherry Cole exchanged a look.

The show was about to begin.