Chapter 302: Chapter 302

Chapter 302

If Herman knew that both his wife and his little bro were all about living the chill life, he’d probably be gobsmacked. But now, the ball’s in Herman’s court as far as Anastasia and Flynn are concerned.

Anastasia, looking at Flynn, said with intent, “Your move, dude.”

Flynn chuckled, “If there’s any deep dark secret my big bro is hiding, I’ll spill the beans to you first. Like if someone’s trying to get chummy with him or if he’s stashed away some secret cash.”

Anastasia flashed a satisfied grin. “Deal.”

Flynn grabbed a bottle of mineral water, clinked it with Anastasia’s, and said, “Cheers! The water suddenly felt like liquor.

Taking a sip of his water, he asked, “My big bro pulled the wool over your eyes for so long, aren’t you pissed? Did you let him off the hook just like that? Did you use that onion trick last night? If it were me, I’d make sure Herman gets his just desserts, wouldn’t let him get away with such deception.”

Anastasia gave him a thumbs up. “You’re definitely your brother’s kin.”

you.

Flynn, ever the social butterfly, chuckled, “I’m riled up for you. But damn, you’re really forgiving. You let Herman off the hook so fast. He used to fret that you’d ditch him if you found out the truth.”

Anastasia chuckled, “Even though I only finished high school, I’m not a dummy. I married a freaking billionaire, and there’s no way in hell I’m divorcing him unless he’s ready to cough up billions or even trillions. Otherwise, divorce is off the table.”

Flynn looked at her in awe, giving her a thumbs up. “You’re a boss, I admire that.”

Turned out, all of Herman’s worries were needless. Even though he knew Anastasia was just messing around, Flynn started to appreciate her more because she

was real.

Munching on some snacks, Anastasia said, “This isn’t some melodramatic soap opera, I don’t need to be all dramatic. Your brother being loaded is a good thing. I’m not giving up my position as Mrs. Salstrom. Loads of people would kill for this spot.”

Flynn burst out laughing. “How come I never noticed how funny you are?”

Anastasia just chuckled and didn’t say anything. She didn’t care whether Herman was rich or not. As long as their marriage and love were intact, she wouldn’t leave him because of materialistic reasons. Marriage was tough. She wasn’t sure if she and Herman could make it till the end, but she cherished what they had now.

Two hours later, they arrived in Willowbrook.

Flynn grabbed their luggage while Anastasia walked ahead, dialing Herman to let him know they’d arrived. She also sent him a video she accidentally recorded on the plane of Flynn stirring the pot.

When Herman saw the message, he forwarded it to Flynn and texted him. [Your bank card is frozen.]

Flynn, who was still hauling their luggage, felt helpless when he saw the message. Watching Anastasia walking ahead gracefully, he sighed, “I really screwed up. Since when are brothers closer than husbands and wives? I was a fool to try and stir the pot.”

Anastasia called out from up ahead, “Flynn, hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Flynn sped up, dragging the luggage, and catching up to Anastasia. “My brother froze my bank card. I have to rely on you now.” Anastasia laughed, “Your bro sure knows your weak spots. Here, this is a supplementary card he gave me. It has no spending limit, so use it as you wish.” This was the card Herman gave her in the morning.

Flynn was over the moon. He couldn’t stop grinning, “You’re the best.”

Anastasia laughed. How could the shrewd Herman have such a naive little brother? He was given a slap and then a candy, and still felt happy. She never knew Flynn could be so amusing. Now with the supplementary card, Flynn was even more faithful to Anastasia, like a pack horse.

When they left the airport, Anastasia contacted Tavon. “I’ve arrived in Willowbrook. Send me the address.”