The Supreme Soldier in the City

Emma Campbell looked at the numbers on the screen, instantly stunned and stammered, "Big Brother Brown, this... this..."

James Brown had already hit "Enter" and smiled faintly, saying, "I’m giving you control of this money. You can use it however you like."

"But... this is just too much." Emma shook her head forcefully. Such a large amount utterly frightened her.

James chuckled softly, wrapped his arm around Emma’s shoulders, and said gently, "Emma, even though I can’t give you the title of being my wife, in my heart, you are my wife. Wives manage money—it’s completely normal. Besides, I didn’t give you all of it, so don’t feel any burdens."

"Big Brother Brown!" James’s words moved Emma so much that tears rolled down her cheeks, and she leaned softly on his shoulder.

"I want it too, I want it too! Uncle, I’m your wife too, and I don’t need a title either." Sarah Grandy knelt on the bed, grabbed James’s arm, and shook it hard.

James slapped Sarah’s backside playfully and said, "Quit messing! If you want to spend money, just ask Emma."

Sarah’s eyes lit up with delight, and she exclaimed, "So what you mean is, this money is for me and Sister Emma?"

"No!" James said irritably. "You’re here, and I can’t always look after you. Of course, Emma will take care of you. If you don’t behave, your Sister Emma won’t give you a dime."

Sarah’s big, round eyes darted mischievously, and then she giggled. "Sister Emma doesn’t know how to spend money—I’ll help her spend it. One million dollars, Uncle, I’m rich now! I’ve become the ultimate rich beauty. Uncle, I adore you!" As she spoke, Sarah hugged James’s neck and planted a heavy kiss on his cheek.

James was speechless and tried to push Sarah away, but the girl clung to him tightly. He had no choice but to say, "You’re so money-driven; I don’t like that."