The Billionaire Ex-Husband's Conditions for Remarriage

Nancy Lesli stood in front of the nightclub’s entrance. She looked at the grand and luxurious architecture before her. Expensive cars stopped one by one, and elegantly dressed businessmen stepped out in their high-priced suits. She wore a long, pale yellow dress that was obviously cheap and out of place. Nancy meticulously made up her face, creating a beautifully striking appearance, with shoulder-length hair covering her naturally gentle features. Thick lashes shadowed even her bright eyes. A car just stopped, and a middle-aged man stepped out, accompanied by a bodyguard holding an umbrella. Nancy looked at the man, his face oily and bald, head gleaming, his beer belly protruding. She frowned and clenched her fingers tightly. The middle-aged man clearly fancied Nancy, his greedy eyes fixed on her slender, fair neck. “How much for a night, honey?” Nancy recoiled but thought of her brother’s surgery costs. She bit her lip and stepped forward: “One billion VND.” “One billion? I could get several virgin models for that. Do you even know your worth?” The man hesitated, but Nancy insisted on one billion, not a penny less, which irritated him and he walked away. A cold wind blew against Nancy’s face, making her exposed, snow-white skin shiver. In front of the magnificent nightclub, a plainly dressed nineteen-year-old girl sat by the roadside. The doctor’s words echoed in her mind, “Your brother’s heart condition cannot wait; he needs surgery immediately.” She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. She didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, a pleasant male voice sounded above her: “Here, wipe your face.” Nancy glanced up and noticed a hand firmly holding a handkerchief. She took it, then glanced at him. He wore an expensive black suit and had a handsome, mesmerizing face, but his dark eyes were cold and sharp. Feeling humiliated under his gaze, Nancy wondered if he saw her as just another tainted girl. But wasn’t she selling herself? “First time?” the man asked in a detached tone.” Hearing his calm voice, Nancy clenched her fists and straightened up: “Yes.” “How much?” “One billion USD.” A young, handsome man behind the other laughed. “Boss, virgins are that expensive now? Even an average-looking girl dares to ask for a billion.” “Boss, if you want, let me find you some better ones, sweeter than this.” The man smiled indifferently and said, “Give her the money.” Nancy stared at the cheque in her hand. Upon looking up, she noticed the group had departed. She watched the tall, imposing figure in the expensive suit and ran after him. “Sir, wait…” Nancy hurriedly took out paper and pen from her pocket, wrote her name and contact information, and handed it to him. She was determined: “Since you didn’t buy me, consider this a loan. I will pay it back.” The man took the paper and, reading her contact information, sneered slightly: “Repay? How?” Nancy knew she had nothing now but multiple part-time jobs. She looked at him, her eyes shining with determination: “I will repay. I don’t want to owe anyone anything.” She turned and walked away. After she left. Louis looked at the paper, seeing “Nancy Lesli” written in elegant handwriting. Someone beside him said, “Boss, girls these days have unique ways of making contact, huh.” Contact? Louis Atcentret smiled. He didn’t think so. Despite her careful makeup, her eyes were pure, not fitting with the place’s shady money-driven atmosphere, so he wanted to help her. He was about to throw the paper away, but noticed it was a blood donation certificate. Nancy only went home to change clothes and wash up before hurrying to the hospital. Though pale from blood loss, her features remained delicate and beautiful. After paying the hospital fees, she watched Ryo Lesli being taken into surgery. Nancy waited anxiously outside the operating room. After the surgery, the doctor mentioned successful outcome, but monitoring required for a few days. “Your brother should wake up by tomorrow.” At that moment, Nancy felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. In the hospital hallway, she sat on a bench for a long time. Ryo woke up the next day, very weak from the complex surgery. Nancy remained by his side nearly every night. Ryo smiled weakly: “Sis, go back. I’m fine here. I can call the doctor myself. Don’t you need to attend school?” Nancy shook her head, poured him a glass of water, and placed it in his hand: “Drink some water.” Ryo looked at her, agitated: “Sis, you didn’t quit school because of me, did you? How could you do that?” Seeing him so upset, Nancy held his thin shoulders: “Ryo, I only took a few days off. I won’t quit. Don’t worry. Look, I even brought my books here.” Ryo calmed down upon seeing the book on the bedside table. “Sis, I don’t want you to sacrifice so much for me…” “You’re my brother, my only family.” Nancy looked at him, a once bright boy now frail from his heart condition. She gently patted his shoulder: “Rest well. I’m right here. Call me if you need anything.” “Ryo inquired about the source of your surgery funds.” Nancy hesitated, which made Ryo frown. An idea struck him, making him more agitated: “Did you go to the Sherwood family?” Nancy shook her head vigorously: “No.” “Sis, even if I die, I don’t want you begging the Sherwood family.” “Ryo…” Nancy softly said: “I didn’t go to the Sherwood family. Don’t worry. I borrowed the money from someone kind, nothing to do with the Sherwoods.” A kind person. Nancy thought of the handsome, elegant man in the expensive suit at the nightclub. She remembered the handkerchief he gave her, wondering where it went in her rush home last night. The entire afternoon, Nancy read her book, but her mind was preoccupied with the thought of where she had left the handkerchief. At six in the evening, Naomi arrived at the hospital to visit Ryo. Naomi Richart was Nancy's friend. Nancy said to her, "Can you look after Ryo for me for a bit? I need to go out." "Sure." Nancy turned her bedroom upside down, searching everywhere until she finally found it in the bathroom. She held up the handkerchief. It was a simple gray handkerchief, elegant in its simplicity with a fine texture and no patterns. It still faintly smelled of men's cologne. After preparing dinner, she packed the food into a thermal container and headed out. While waiting for the bus, a black Bentley drove past her. The window was half-open, and in that brief moment, Nancy recognized the man from that night. She was stunned for a moment. Then she started running after the car. Inside the Bentley. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw someone running after the car. He was about to inform Mr. Atcentret but noticed Louis was resting with his eyes closed, so he remained silent. Nancy watched as the car drove farther away. Out of breath, she stopped running. The bus arrived, and she boarded it, taking a forty-minute ride to the hospital. At the hospital. After Ryo finished his meal and wanted to read, Nancy stopped him. She took the book away and turned off the light: "What you need now is plenty of rest. Only by resting well can your body recover, and then you can go back to school." "I know, sis, you don't need to worry about me." When Naomi was about to leave, she took a wad of cash from her wallet and handed it to Nancy: "I don't have an envelope, but take this." "Naomi." Nancy frowned and without saying a word, put the money back into Naomi's wallet. Nancy and Naomi had known each other since high school and had been close friends for years. Naomi's family was also modest, with both parents being teachers. Though they were not struggling, they were not wealthy either.