My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging! Chapter 79 – The Ability to Boast About Oneself

Chapter 79: The Ability to Boast About Oneself

It must have been Bob Presley who angered Suri Drew in the group chat, prompting her to boast like that.

It must be Bob Presley’s fault; men don’t need to be reasonable when defending their women, especially not with bastards like Bob Presley.

Suri Drew has never been one to cause trouble; if not provoked, she’d usually ignore it and avoid conflicts.

Yigol Novak knows Suri Drew well, but he doesn’t completely understand her feelings for him.

Given Suri’s temperament, she’d usually ignore such matters, as she had experienced many rumors during school.

Hearing Yigol’s words, Suri wondered secretly, was this the tacit understanding between two people in love?

What a coincidence, Yigol’s thoughts actually aligned with hers.

Thinking about this, Suri’s heartbeat accelerated again, her face uncontrollably reddening as an inexplicable emotion spread within her.

“Wifey, why aren’t you speaking? Don’t tell me you’re reluctant to let me deal with Bob Presley because you have some sort of bond with him?” Yigol asked deliberately.

The next second, Suri lost her temper: “It’s more like you have some sort of bond with him.”

“Wifey, what would you do if I indeed had some bond with Bob Presley?” Yigol replied.

Suri quickly retorted: “You might as well become a couple with him, hurry up, I don’t care. ”

“Uh… Wifey, how come you seem to know so much and aren’t against this kind of relationship? Tell me honestly, do you read this type of novels often?”

“You have to tell me the truth, or else how could I handle you tonight?” Yigol said deliberately in a questioning tone.

For a moment, Suri didn’t know how to respond to Yigol’s words. She was alone in her office, and nobody could see her, not even Yigol on the other end of the phone. But she still couldn’t help but look around guiltily.

It was only later that she realized Yigol was intentionally provoking her.

What a bastard, what’s wrong with her reading novels?

After regaining her composure, Suri calmly replied, ‘You were just trying to stir things up, right? If you want to bring a woman home, I don’t mind as long as I’m not there and she doesn’t enter my room.”

Yigol replied, “Wifey, you really understand me. I do want to bring a woman home and then, you know what.”

Suri was at a loss for words again.

Just as she was struggling with how to reply to Yigol, he spoke again, “A woman named Suri Drew.”

Suri nearly choked: “You… I’m not talking to you anymore, goodbye.”

Yigol replied, “Wifey, did you get jealous when you heard me say I’d bring another woman home? Didn’t I already tell you? I asked what Bob Presley’s family situation is like.”

Uh!

Suri felt like strangling herself. Yigol had indeed mentioned this earlier, but she was inadvertently led astray by him and forgot about it.

Speaking of which, wasn’t it still Yigol’s fault?

“Hmph, it’s all your fault.”

“I don’t know exactly what Bob Presley’s family is like, but I’ve heard from others that they’re pretty wealthy, and he’s a rich family’s son, which is why many girls are willing to throw themselves at him.”

Yigol hadn’t really planned to get any valuable information, he just wanted to go through the motions.

As for Bob Presley, he looked like a complete sham and was good for nothing. The abilities he boasted about were likely unreliable.

“Alright, I’ll look into it later. Marrying a beautiful wife takes a lot of effort to protect her properly. Sigh, I worry too much, ” Yigol sighed.

As expected, his words irritated Suri again.

“Who asked you to marry me?”

“Who’s talking about you? Why do you think it’s about you? I’m talking about my wife, Suri Drew, okay? Are you implying that you want to marry me?” Yigol replied.

“Go away,” Suri rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t do anything to Yigol.

In fact, she could have hung up the phone long ago. What could Yigol do to her?

However, she was still reluctant to do so; she couldn’t win an argument and was also unwilling to end the call.

Women, such walking contradictions.

Today, Yigol had pushed Suri’s patience to the limit. He worried that if he continued teasing her, she would genuinely explode. He wasn’t good at comforting people.

“Alright, alright, I was wrong, wifey. I won’t talk about you anymore. Don’t be mad. Wifey, I just have one last question: if I deal with Bob Presley, do you want me to show mercy?”

Suri replied, “That has nothing to do with me, I have other things to do, I won’t talk to you anymore.”

As soon as her words fell, Suri hurriedly hung up Yigol’s call.

On the other end of the phone, Yigol looked at the disconnected call and happily hummed a tune, “Haha, problem solved.”

Now, whatever he does to Bob Presley won’t arouse Suri’s suspicion.

He also successfully preserved his wife’s self-esteem. Who knows how long it would take for her to mention the issue to him and how much distress she would be going through behind the scenes.

Wifey, you can brag all you want, as long as I’m here to clean up the mess.

It’s been a long time since Suri last boasted like this. If only she could brag every day, and each time more impressive than the last.

Just thinking about it excited Yigol.

After pondering for a moment, Yigol muttered to himself, “The Presley family only has tens of millions of dollars in assets. Their cash on hand must be just several million dollars. How can they be so arrogant?”

“To deal with them, I don’t even need to put in much effort. I just need to find their biggest competitor and have a small collaboration with them. The outcome for the Presley family would be utter ruin.”

However, something seems off about the rewards. Suri didn’t specifically boast about anything, yet the System granted such generous rewards.

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So, in the end, is he just a tool man?

Is he Suri’s tool man? The System is really good to him, but why does it feel like it’s siding with Suri all the time?

“System, System, come and talk to me. What’s going on here? Am I the host, or is my wife the host? Why do I feel like you actually belong to her? Are you worried she wouldn’t be able to get married, so you staged all of this?” Yigol asked.

The System didn’t respond, as if it hadn’t heard him at all.

Yigol sighed helplessly, “Well, even if I’m my wife’s tool man, I’m pretty satisfied with this arrangement. After all, what’s mine is my wife’s, and my wife is mine..”