Chapter 503 – The Disguised Billionaire and His Accidental Wife Novel Free Online

Mr. Charles and the rest of the neighbors were aware that Serena was Mrs. York. Mr. Charles even told his wife smugly, “I told you Serena is destined for riches and will move up in life, but you said I was full of baloney.”

Unable to stand her husband’s gloating, Mrs. Charles snapped back, “Why don’t you tell my fortune if you’re so good at it? When will I hit the jackpot and get a new husband?

“You might as well become a fortune teller or psychic. I bet business will be booming, better than our shop here.”

Mr. Charles replied hesitantly, “It’s just a hobby.”

Anyway, he was right about Serena. He would be entitled to bragging rights for a long time.

Even Jasmine would welcome a life of wealth and privilege. However, her family was well–off, to begin with, so there was not much of a reversal of fortune for her, unlike Serena who went from rags to riches.

Serena said with a smile, “Of course, we’ll be open for business.”

“They said you’ll sell the business and take it easy with life when we found out you were the missus of the York family. They also said they are willing to buy your business no matter the cost because of the good energy in your shop.”

Mr. Charles added amid chuckles, “The place only has good energy because you’re there.”

Did these people think they would marry up like Serena just by taking over her shop?

Nevertheless, it was not a bad idea to buy Serena’s business. He could advertise saying that the shop once belonged to Mrs. York.

“I’m still the same me, Mr. Charles. Jasmine and I put a lot of hard work into the shop. I can’t just give up on the shop after running it for so many years.”

“I heard that the wives of wealthy families can’t work. Does Mr. York allow you to work?”

Mr. Charles was in the mood for some gossip.

Serena kept quiet for a while before answering, “I’m a free person, Mr. Charles.”

Zack had her fooled for more than four months, and his whole family was in on it too.

The lies would have begun to show their cracks if Serena was not permitted to work. The women were probably allowed to work in the York family.

Although Serena was upset that Zack lied to her, she had to admit that the Yorks were well–cultured.

It dawned on her now that they were the blueblood through and through. Their manners and bearings were bred in the bones, not something an ordinary person could pick up.

Serena finally understood why her mother–in–law suggested that she took a class in etiquette.

The Yorks were a family of high social standing.

The social gap put a lot of pressure on Serena.

Mr. Charles said with a smile, “That’s what I said, but they wanted to bet on it. I’ll put in my wager and bet that you will still be open for business. They believe you’ll sell the business now that you have a rich husband. Apparently, you don’t need to work since you have the money.”

Serena grinned. “You should bet big then.”

“I’ll put all my secret savings on it. Don’t tell my wife that I have extra cash stashed away, Serena. Oh, are you going to bet too?”

Serena answered, “It doesn’t seem fair to them if I bet on myself.”

Even if she wanted to sell the business, Serena would hang on just to win the bet. Besides, it was not as though her shop was not making money. There was no way she was going to give up on her business unless the landlord ceased to rent the space, but that was something out of Serena’s hands.

“Haha. You’re right. Don’t place a wager. It’s not good to be greedy. I can win some money if I bet all my savings on it. I’ll buy you a meal.”

“Is there a time frame for the bet?”

“Of course. It’s a month.”

Serena replied with a grin, “You’ll win for sure.”

“It’ll be all thanks to you. That’s what they get for arguing with me and doubting me. I’m a good fortune teller, you know. Hahaha.”

Mr. Charles walked away with a spring in his step.

Serena was caught between tears and laughter.

Fortune teller?

Mr. Charles was so happy it looked as though he would be winning a house from the bet.

Serena opened the side entrance to get into the shop before unlatching the main entrance.

The fresh air whisked into the shop, clearing the stuffiness out of the room. It did not take long for the sunlight to replace the mustiness.

Out of habit, she started moving the display racks out of the shop.

“Seren.”

Riding on her e–bike, Jasmine approached and saw Serena out and about. She parked her ride and remarked with a smile, “I thought you’d take a few days off.” Serena responded, “I can’t say no to making a buck.”

Jasmine smiled. “Now this is the Serena I know.”

After parking her bike, Jasmine went to move the display racks out with Serena.

“Did Mr. York bother you afterward?” Jasmine asked with concern.

While dusting off the racks, Serena replied, “Do you think he would let me breathe and cool down for a few days?”

“Nope.”

Jasmine added, “Just turn a blind eye so long as he doesn’t cross the line by knocking you out and putting you under house arrest like last time. Mr. York is distressed and scared to lose you.”

Serena was without a word.

Seeing that Serena was not in the mood for a relationship chat, Jasmine took the hint and stopped diving into the topic.

“Ah, the shop’s finally open. Serena. Serena.”

The voice from the door was one to dig under Serena’s skin. Old Mr. Hunt, leading his group of sons and grandsons, walked not the shop with big smiles.

“Serena.”

Old Mr. Hunt beamed, looking at Serena as if she was a goldmine. Man, he was blinded by the shimmering gold.

It never occurred to him that his granddaughter would be so lucky. Serena was a nobody, and all she had was her sister. Yet, the girl managed to bag herself a rich husband. What a lucky girl!

These were the Yorks, the wealthiest family in Wiltspoon!

His grandson told him that the Yorks were worth billions.

Billions!

Old Mr. Hunt had to use a calculator to make out exactly how many zeros there were.

With his son and grandson egging him on, Old Mr. Hunt could not keep it together anymore. He and his offspring made haste to the city to demand money from Serena. Um… Hang on. It was to reunite with his granddaughter.

Of course, it would be better if the reconciliation came with money as well.

Serena could leave him crumbs, and it would be enough for Old Mr. Hunt to live comfortably until the day he died.

“Mike, John, bring in the local produce for Serena.”

Old Mr. Hunt happily told his grandson before turning to Serena. “I brought you some local produce, Serena. Don’t think of it as tacky. It tastes like home. It’s your parents‘ favorite food when they were still around.”

Serena furrowed her brows.

Hank alerted her sister last night that the money–hungry wolves were in town.

Serena thought their first pitstop would be York Corporation to look for Zack.

Knowing her granddad, Serena imagined Old Mr. Hunt would rush to play the part of a grandfather to the heir of the Yorks.

“Thanks, but I can get my own food if I want it,” Serena faintly responded as she approached with a duster.

Old Mr. Hunt went on to sit down behind the cash register.

Serena whacked the duster on the table, scaring the old man. Observing the look on Serena’s face, Old Mr. Hunt reluctantly came out from behind the cash register and pulled a chair to sit. He said to Serena, “Your grandmom is doing well, Serena. I don’t need to be with her 24/7. I’ll work the cash register for you. I’m old, so I can’t help with the heavy stuff, but I can handle the money.

“That reminds me. Your uncles, cousins, and I haven’t had breakfast since we rushed over. Is there anything to eat in your shop? Can you make us something, or at least order us some takeaway?”

“Granddad, I ordered takeaway. The delivery should arrive any minute,” John chimed in.

Granddad was used to ordering Serena around, but the latter was now the wife of a wealthy heir. Since they had not buried the hatchet, there was no way Serena was going to cook for them.

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