"Whoâs flaunting their love?" Jane Sampson snatched Nina Riceâs mobile phone from her hand, casually swiped through it a few times, and then handed it back to Nina, muttering, "You know Iâm really noisy, posting several Moments a day is pretty normal for me."
"Before, I hardly ever saw you post about James Black in your Moments for a whole year." Ninaâs smile got craftier, "Jane Sampson, come on, tell me whatâs in your heart. You donât really want to divorce James Black, do you?"
"Thatâs not true. If James is willing to divorce, I definitely wonât have second thoughts," Jane answered quickly.
Seeing that Nina still had that expression on her face, Jane felt increasingly guilty.
If it wasnât for Nina pointing it out, Jane wouldnât have noticed that her Moments seemed to be taken over by that guy, James Black.
It was an inexplicable takeover.
Jane thought to herself that this couldnât go on, she had to break the habit of ranting about James Black in her Moments from now on.
Nina looked at Jane meaningfully, not saying a word; the premise here was that James would be the one to initiate the divorce. But Nina didnât think someone with Jamesâs temperament, an old family patriarch and old cadre, would be the type to initiate a divorce.
Before, it wasnât that Janeâs Moments were completely devoid of James Black-related posts throughout the year.
Once or twice, maybe three times over the course of a year.
It would be when James, on a whim, told her he was coming home on the weekend, and Jane would go crazy in her Moments, posting a new update.
People who werenât familiar with Jane would see the post and think she was just having a moment of frustration.
Those who knew Jane, like Peter Gingery and Nina, could tell when James was going to come home just by that post.
"Stop talking about me. What about you?" Jane cleverly shifted the topic to Nina, "Last time I asked what you were planning to do after leaving the consulting firm, you didnât go into details. It was just before I went out that I got a call from your mother and found out you were planning to open a hotpot chain store?"
Ninaâs expression froze, and she looked somewhat displeased, "Why does she always have to do this!"
"I heard from Aunt that youâve been having trouble finding investors?" Jane asked, "Howâs the progress now?"
After speaking, Jane immediately slapped her card down on the tabletop from her purse, "You really donât treat me like a friend, considering weâve been such good sisters for so long. If youâre short on money, just tell me! You know Iâm not short on money."
Nina was stunned by Janeâs generous gesture. She held her forehead, "My initial investment is quite hefty, and I want to do it all at once, make it big, make it good. I didnât tell you because I knew youâd do this if I said anything, but I donât want to lose your money."
"Itâs okay, if itâs lost, itâs lost," Jane shook her head, not caring at all, "Besides, I trust your abilities. Ever since we were kids, whatever it is that Nina Rice wants to do, thereâs nothing she canât accomplish."
Hearing Nina talk about hefty initial investments, Jane looked down at her card, "This is all my current liquid funds, the dividends from the Sampton Clan over the years, and the funds and annual dividends from financial investments left by my grandparents. I havenât had much in terms of expenses before, and it should have accumulated to a good sum over the years. Take it for now, and if itâs still not enough, Iâll have my investment manager cash out all my financial investments and transfer them to you first."
"No, I canât. Those were left to you by Grandpa Sampton and Granny Sampton, we canât touch them," Nina quickly refused, looking seriously at Jane, her heart feeling touched.