Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 19

Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 19

A month later, my sister opened a small diner. What she did best was lamb stew. Rich, hot lamb stew, served with cornbread and fresh slaw on the side. 

It was incredible. She worked from dawn to dusk, cooking and preparing, but there was a calm look on her face. 

Six months later, she expanded. 

A year after that, she opened a second location. 

Even as the boss, she never stopped working. And every single 

employee she hired was a woman. 

Someone asked her, “Aren’t you afraid someone will steal your recipes?” 

She said, “Let them. If more people can make a living with their own hands, that’s a good thing. Women need their own skills. We can’t depend on anyone else to feed us.” 

On the day the acquisition agreement was signed, Benjamin had asked me, “Couldn’t you have shown some mercy, for family’s sake?” 

I told him it was because he failed me. 

Charles did go bankrupt in the end. But so what? Wealth is just moving from one pocket to another. 

The day he lost everything, I handed him a bank card. “How about you stay home and cook and clean for me? I’ll give you three hundred thousand dollars a month.” 

“But I’m the one in charge. I make all the rules.” 

He pretended to think it over. “Well… I suppose that could 

work.” 

He’d made his first fortune on his so–called “macho rules“. Now it was my turn to run things. 

I turned to my daughter and whispered, “Watch your father. 

Learn how he built his business. His or mine, it’s all yours someday.”