Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 519

When Yves spoke to him, his tone was cold. “You can refuse. Nobody’s forcing you

Sean felt a surge of frustration in his heart,

He was sorely tempted to fling the paper and pen in Yves‘ face and assertively declare, I refuse. However, he understood the consequences of such rash actions; if Joshua were to suffer any harm, all the effort he had put into his transaction would be

vain

It was not an option

“Could you possibly reduce the amount?” He began to negotiate with him, his tone unusually civil. “One billion in other currencies?”

With a swift motion, Yves snatched the paper from his hand.

He sauntered away lazily, evidently uninterested in continuing the conversation.

“I’ll sign!” Sean found himself comered.

“Ten seconds left. It’s void if you ran overtime.” Yves handed back the paper, still half–asleep.

Sean seethed internally

day, he vowed, he would make this guy

signature found its place on the document amidst an array of grievances and emotions. To ensure that he would not back out, Yves handed him a small box of seal paste. “Press your fingerprint on here.”

not going

“Three seconds.”

exasperation. He had not been this emotional in a year.

fingerprint into the seal paste, resolving

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over the signed and fingerprinted paper. His voice tinged with emotion. “When

barely glanced at it before

Sean groaned inwardly.

is inside, and he’s

Yves responded nonchalantly.

was he

up the paper and waving it toward

his gaze, Sean looked

such treatment from Yves, he spotted Cynthia alighting from the

Why did

wasting time with

hand, then swept a quick look at Sean’s face, which had resumed its usual composure. She

passed the paper to

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