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“Did you ever find out why Bobby quit? It seemed so sudden, especially since he seemed to enjoy working here,” Chelsea changed the subject.

“I think it had something to do with him coming into some money,” Colt revealed.

“Money? From where?”

“Walt left each employee ten thousand dollars after he passed away,” Colt answered.

Chelsea sat up in bed, pulling the sheet with her and exposing her perfect breasts. Colt couldn’t help but admire her beauty as she sat there, her thoughts clearly racing.

“He did? That’s so sweet of him. I’m happy for you,” Chelsea said, he knew she was truly happy about it.

Colt couldn’t resist smirking at her response. “He actually left me a bit more than that.”

“Really? How much?” Chelsea’s curiosity was evident in the way she tilted her head to look at him.

“Two and a half million,” Colt revealed, watching as Chelsea’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open in shock.

“Two and a half... million?” she repeated incredulously.

“Yep,” Colt confirmed.

“And you’re just now telling me this? I can’t believe you kept this from me,” Chelsea’s tone was both surprised and slightly hurt.

“I haven’t told anyone,” Colt replied defensively.

“I am not just anyone, Colt. Or am I?” Chelsea’s tone turned slightly accusatory.

“What do you mean by that?” Colt asked, feeling slightly confused and defensive.

“I thought we had something,” Chelsea began, her voice laced with emotion.

“We do,” Colt reassured her.

“But you didn’t trust me enough to tell me about this?” There was a hint of disappointment in Chelsea’s voice as she got out of bed and instinctively reached for the sheet to cover herself.

“It’s hard for me to trust anyone! The only person I truly trusted is gone,” Colt argued, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“Well, that certainly puts me in my place, doesn’t it?” Chelsea exclaimed, starting to pace around the room, picking up her clothes and pulling them on.

“Where are you going?” Colt asked, feeling frustrated with the sudden turn of events.

“Home,” Chelsea replied firmly.

“Because I didn’t tell you about the inheritance money? Isn’t that my personal business? And for the record, I don’t recall you telling me how much money you have,” Colt retorted, feeling slightly hurt.

“Because I don’t have money,” Chelsea shouted back.

“Bullshit! Your parents are wealthy—” Colt started to argue.

“Don’t even bring my parents into this. They may be wealthy, but I live off my own hard work and income from here and the coffee shop,” Chelsea interrupted him.

“Is that so?” Colt raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Yes, that’s so. Unlike you, I didn’t inherit millions of dollars,” Chelsea snapped back, her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

“So, you went to a bank to get a loan for this place?” Colt asked in a low tone.

Chelsea gasped in shock. “Why would you even ask me that?”

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