Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife Chapter 483 - 501: The Wife Sings, The Husband Follows

And when she told Kyle Kinston about it last night, he said, "In the end, this book has returned under your na, which might not be a coincidence."

"Yes, it feels quite magical. Sotis, when you desperately want sothing, you can’t get it. But when you don’t care, it sohow cos back to you." She said.

"If it were , I’d never feel indifferent about what I want." He looked at her with a hint of deep affection.

The more she understood him, the more she realized that soone like him rarely desires anything lightly, but once he does, he’ll see it through to the end.

"I want to donate all the royalties I’ve earned," she said. It was a decision made after thoughtful consideration. The figure the publisher told her that day, the royalties, and the inco from signing the film rights, all added up to over 3 million. This amount was quite significant for her, but she felt that rather than keeping it, it would be more aningful to donate it.

This book, to her, was like a morial of life, yet also a life lesson.

"Okay, then where do you want to donate?" he asked.

"I want to donate it to an orphanage to help more holess orphans," Mabel Quinn said.

"Then I’ll donate too, supporting my partner in what she does," he said, indicating his support for her.

She was amused by the term he used. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Kyle, thank you for everything you’ve done for ." Along the way, she stumbled and fell; without him supporting her, her life might have been entirely different, and perhaps it would have been uncertain if she could continue her screenwriting career.

She took the initiative to kiss his lips, and of course, in the end, she was the one left breathless.

Thinking of that sweetness, Mabel’s face involuntarily turned slightly red again.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Mabel picked it up and looked at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar number. When she answered, she heard Grace Yowell’s voice.

"Mabel Quinn, how about we et up? It’s been quite a while since we last saw each other."

"There’s nothing for us to discuss, and please don’t call again," Mabel said, about to hang up the phone when Grace’s next words made her freeze.

"So, you don’t want that badge you lost back then, right?" Grace said.

Mabel’s expression changed abruptly, "Is that badge still with you?" She had asked her before, but at that ti, Grace had claid she didn’t know. Later, Mabel had overheard a conversation between Grace and Daniel Harris ntioning the badge. Part of the reason Daniel made a mistake in identifying soone was because of the badge.

At that ti, she wondered if that badge was the one she had lost.

And now, Grace’s words confird her suspicion.

"Yes, it’s with ," Grace said. "I’m at the café near your Corporation right now. You’d better appear in front of in 5 minutes, or else, I can’t guarantee I won’t destroy that badge."

Mabel’s heart tightened, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Of course, I want to negotiate terms with you. If we don’t et face-to-face, how can we negotiate terms? Well, now you only have 4 minutes left," Grace said. "Also, you can’t have anyone accompany you, nor can you tell anyone about eting , or I’ll destroy the badge." Then, Grace hung up the phone.