Hey Dad, I Found Mom!

Chapter 5 Three Million

Sherry sighed helplessly, but after putting Tommy to sleep, she found a rather bold outfit in the wardrobe.

The pure white dress was slit, with her smooth, enticing thighs subtly peeking through the skirt's slit, not revealing but even more alluring than if it were.

Sherry, with her exquisite makeup, entered the banquet hall with poise.

Her outstanding appearance immediately caused quite a stir.

“Sherry! Over here!” The director straightened up and waved at her, pointing to the portly producer on the nearby sofa, “This is Mr. Wong. You should thank Mr. Wong for the opportunity!”

It was clearly her first time meeting him, so how could she thank him for the opportunity?

Sherry saw through it but didn’t expose it, smiling and nodding to Mr. Wong, “Thank you, Mr. Wong.”

“Oh, it’s just a small matter. It’s only a bit of money,” Mr. Wong was practically drooling, his eyes wandering over Sherry, wishing he could get closer to her, “The director has already told me about your situation. Although you’re a bit older, you’re very talented. However, the acting path is not easy. If you’re short on money… ho ho.”

Sherry smiled and shook her head, “Mr. Wong, you misunderstood. I’m not short on money; I’m here for my dreams.”

Dreams allow her to rise above those who have wronged her.

Both the director and Mr. Wong were taken aback, then burst into laughter, filled with mockery.

“This little girl is so interesting, humorous, just to my taste!” Mr. Wong nodded, rubbing his round belly.

“As long as it’s to your taste!” The director let out a sigh of relief, then glanced at Sherry and hurriedly pushed her, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and pour some drinks!”

“……” Sherry endured it, and poured a glass of wine for Mr. Wong in front of her.

However, Mr. Wong did not take it, glancing at the side, signaling her to come over.

“Go over!”

The director was anxious and pushed Sherry hard. Just as she was about to fall into Mr. Wong’s arms, her arm was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

The faint scent of cologne was familiar to Sherry, and in an instant, she quickly splashed the wine in her hand across Mr. Wong’s face.

“Are you crazy?!” Mr. Wong stood up in fury, just about to rage, when he caught a glimpse of Simon’s disdainful gaze falling on his face, making him shiver involuntarily, “Mr. Miller, didn’t you say you weren’t coming after all?”

Simon hadn’t planned on coming.

But this woman actually provoked him by sending him her location. It was truly amusing.

“Mr. Miller, you’re hurting me.” Sherry charmingly blinked at him.

Simon let go of her as if he had been burned.

Sherry quickly grabbed a tissue from the table and gently moved closer, wiping the wine stains off Mr. Wong's face, "Mr. Wong, I didn't mean it. Please don't be angry, okay?"

"N-no... I'm not angry..." Mr. Wong was greatly scared. Mr. Miller clearly wanted this girl, but she kept leaning closer, while Miller looked like he wanted to kill him!

Seeing that Sherry was about to lean against Mr. Wong, Simon could no longer tolerate it and yanked her away, cutting through the astonished crowd at the banquet and directly leading her to a room upstairs.

"Ah!" Sherry was heavily thrown onto the bed, cursing Simon in her heart, but her face pretended to blush shyly, "Mr. Miller, what are you doing?!"

"I'm gonna f**k you."

Simon loosened his collar and stepped closer to Sherry.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Miller! Please calm down, I'm going to scream! There are so many people here. It wouldn't be good for your reputation!"

Sherry was about to be desperate, her words stumbling as she watched the man casually loosen his tie, a mocking smile on his face.

This clearly wasn't his interest in her, but more like a game of catch.

"Rose, how long are you going to keep pretending?" Simon coldly pushed her down onto the bed, his sharp gaze roaming over her, each glance like a blade, peeling away her disguise layer by layer.

Sherry squirmed restlessly, her face flushed, and under the yellow light of the glass lamp, it carried a hint of ambiguous allure, "What are you talking about? I'm not her. You've got the wrong person!"

Simon clearly didn't want to waste time talking with her, as he firmly grabbed her wrist and tied it with his tie, securing it tightly.

The high-quality silk was cool and elastic; Sherry's wrist was bound, she was unable to break free, and it wasn't painful.

His cold lips brushed against Sherry's shoulder, whether intentional or not, the long-lost touch lacked affection but sent chills down her spine.

"Where have you been these four years?" Simon's hand once again slid to her waist, the uneven texture confirming that her skin was riddled with scars.

"Mr. Miller," Sherry took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, "If you really want to do something with me, please remember I'm Sherry, not Rose. Being someone else's substitute is not a pleasant experience."

Four years ago, she was just a substitute for Anna in the Miller's family.

Now that she's back, she doesn't want to be anyone else's substitute anymore.

“……” Simon's expression instantly darkened, and without a word, he tore open her dress, revealing layers of scars on her waist that appeared to be from external forces, looking quite terrifying.

It's hard to imagine the pain she must have felt back then.

“How did you get hurt here?” Simon's voice was hoarse, his fingers gently touching the scars, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Sherry didn't see it. She slightly parted her red lips, with an indifferent attitude, “Am I bothering your eyes? Then you can just not look.”

Her snow-white legs were exposed to the air, feeling a bit chilly.

The sky outside was extremely dark, and it began to drizzle, with a cool breeze blowing in, making her shiver involuntarily and snapping her back to reality.

The luxury downstairs was separated by a door, and all the noise was blocked by the door in front of them, leaving just the sound of their breathing in the quiet room.

Simon's gaze was deep, his fingers repeatedly caressing the scars on Sherry's waist, as if he wanted to understand how she got hurt, or perhaps he was trying to empathize with the pain she felt at that time.

“Mr. Miller, how long are you going to stroke?” Sherry felt very uncomfortable in her heart but forced herself not to shed a single tear, her gaze fixed on the chandelier above, “If you think it's still okay, could you front me some cash?”

“You came back for money?” Simon's lips, which were about to kiss, suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed with anger, but it was suppressed by reason.

“Mr. Miller, I have never seen you before, so please don't mistake me again. Rose was lucky to have had a brief fling with you, but I can't do that.” Sherry's lips carried a formatted smile, a look that had become her natural disguise, a kind of beauty that was just right.

Simon didn't want to argue with her about these things anymore. His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice gradually turned cold.

“How much do you want?”

“Three million.”