After Rebirth, I Accept The Arranged Marriage-Chapter 183: What to Do If My Wife Won’t Spend My Money?

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: What to Do If My Wife Won’t Spend My Money?

[Quincy Sterling: Then why don’t you tell me what you said?]

Jessie Sterling’s anger subsided a bit when she saw the message.

She briefly recounted her morning conversation with Victor Morgan to Quincy Sterling, then added, "By the way, can you check how much liquid capital you have on hand? A lot of my investors have pulled out, and it’ll probably be hard to find new ones anytime soon. You should invest some money in me!"

Jessie Sterling said this with a sense of entitlement. After all, Quincy Sterling had never been short on cash, not since they were kids.

Quincy Sterling: "..."

In fact, as soon as she heard what Jessie Sterling said, she knew that this time, the fight between her sister and her brother-in-law was her sister’s fault.

But before she could even say so, she heard Jessie Sterling asking her to invest.

"No. I’m broke."

Jessie was a little stunned when she heard Quincy Sterling’s blunt refusal.

The pampered older sister, who had never been refused by her younger sibling before, blinked, not quite understanding what was going on.

"You’re broke?" Jessie Sterling huffed, finally processing it. "Who do you think you’re fooling!"

Quincy Sterling: "..."

’I’m fooling a puppy,’ she thought. ’A dumb one, at that.’

"Victor has money," Quincy Sterling said. "Go ask him."

Jessie Sterling: "I can’t do that."

"Why not? He’s your husband. If you’re short on cash, who are you going to ask if not him? Don’t tell me you’ve been brainwashed by all that online talk about how women have to be independent and not spend their man’s money."

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Jessie Sterling was momentarily stunned, at a loss for a rebuttal.

But Quincy Sterling took her momentary hesitation as a tacit admission.

She was suddenly exasperated with her.

"Didn’t you use his credit card all the time before?" Quincy Sterling asked.

"That’s different, isn’t it? This investment requires a huge sum of money," Jessie Sterling said. "Besides, when I use his card to buy things at auctions, that’s for myself. This is for the company. That wouldn’t be appropriate, would it?"

Quincy Sterling: "What’s inappropriate about it? You’re married. You’re a team. What’s his is yours. If you run into trouble and don’t go to him, then what’s the point of being married? You might as well just live with me for the rest of your life."

Jessie Sterling: "..."

’Quincy might have a point,’ she thought.

"Look at our mom. When has she ever gone to Grandma’s family for money? She just asks Dad directly to wire her the money, right? Think about it yourself." After saying this, Quincy Sterling hung up, giving Jessie Sterling no chance to ask for an investment again.

Jessie Sterling: "..."

Downstairs, Victor Morgan wasn’t in a very good mood either.

He knew that once Jessie Sterling went upstairs, she was probably going to ask Quincy Sterling to invest in her company’s TV show, leaving him completely sidelined.

’As her husband, am I just a decoration in Jessie Sterling’s eyes?’

’Am I short on money?’

’If she asked, would I refuse?’

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Victor Morgan had no idea what documents he was staring at; his mind was racing.

He spun his phone agitatedly in his palm. Victor Morgan considered asking for advice, but Xavier Warren and Roman Lynch were both single. Asking them would probably be useless.

Just then, a new message popped up on his phone.

Victor Morgan opened it. It was a message from Xavier Warren, who was back home.

[Xavier Warren: I saw the news online and asked around. Is your wife’s project in trouble? How about I front some cash for that development project you mentioned before the New Year? You can sort out your wife’s issue first and we’ll talk later?]

Victor Morgan almost laughed when he saw the message.

Roman Lynch saw the message too and asked if Victor Morgan needed cash flow, saying he also had a good amount of liquid capital on hand.

After all, among their group of friends, it had happened at least seven or eight times, if not ten—a good buddy would be in urgent need of cash, and everyone would pitch in. They were all more than willing to help.

Victor Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course, he appreciated Xavier Warren’s and Roman Lynch’s good intentions.

But...

The issue wasn’t whether to accept their kind offer. It was that his wife hadn’t even thought of giving him a chance to step up.

[Victor Morgan: Not for now.]

[Xavier Warren: Huh? Why not? I know your company’s been making big moves lately. Don’t you still have that development project in Australia with Ivan Hudson? Morgan, you don’t have to put on a front with us! If you’re short on cash, just say so. It’s not like we’re broke!]

[Roman Lynch: +1.]

Victor Morgan: "..."

Facing his friends’ persistent questions, Victor Morgan ran a hand through his hair in frustration and finally decided to come clean.

[Victor Morgan: She didn’t ask me for help.]

[Xavier Warren: ??? Huh? Your wife is that loaded? Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch. That’s a real eye-opener.]

[Roman Lynch: ...Even if she’s rich, she can come up with that much liquid capital on short notice? For real?]

Most people don’t let large amounts of liquid capital sit in an account. After all, money isn’t meant to collect dust in a bank for interest; it’s meant to generate more money.

Leaving a large sum of cash in the bank is a losing proposition.

It stood to reason that Jessie Sterling wouldn’t do something like that.

[Xavier Warren: Don’t tell me you got shut out, Morgan, and she never even planned on asking you for money?]

Seeing Xavier Warren’s message, Roman Lynch, phone in hand, decided it was best to keep quiet.

’It sounded absurd, but once you eliminated all other possibilities, what remained, however absurd, had to be the most logical conclusion.’

If that really was the case, Roman Lynch could just imagine how dark Victor Morgan’s expression must be.

Victor Morgan was silent in the group chat for a long while.

Even though Xavier Warren and Roman Lynch weren’t together, just from the atmosphere in the group chat, they reached a silent, mutual understanding without needing to message each other privately.

’At a time like this, it was best to stay quiet and pretend to be invisible.’

’Otherwise, would they just be asking for trouble?’

After a moment, the awkward silence in the group chat was finally broken.

[Victor Morgan: So what should I do?]

His message confirmed it: Jessie Sterling hadn’t asked for his help, and he was not happy about it.

Back home, Xavier Warren saw the message and, shedding all his previous apprehension, fell back onto his sofa, clutching his phone and roaring with laughter.

’So, even Victor Morgan has days like these!’

That was the first thought that popped into his head.

Of course, that was a thought best kept to himself. If he said it out loud, he was afraid Victor Morgan would hunt him down.

[Xavier Warren: That’s easy!]

[Victor Morgan: Oh?]

[Xavier Warren: Just throw a check in front of her! Tell her you’ve got money! You’re not short on cash! Spend whatever you want!]

[Victor Morgan: ...So that’s the secret to you being single all these years.]

Xavier Warren, who had been cackling with glee just a moment before, saw the message: "???"

’That’s a personal attack, isn’t it?’