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

make this guy cough up everything

emotions. To ensure that he would not back out, Yves handed him a small box of seal paste. “Press your fingerprint on here.”

going to

“Three seconds.”

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

pressed his fingerprint into the seal paste, resolving

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I am? Sean handed over the signed and fingerprinted

it before

Sean groaned inwardly.

inside, and he’s in

Yves responded

brows furrowed. What was he

up the paper and waving

Sean looked

as he was wondering who could possibly command such treatment from Yves, he spotted

looked at Yves. “Cynthia? Why

disdain for wasting time with unnecessary words and went out to Cynthia

paper in his hand, then swept a quick look at Sean’s face, which had resumed its

paper to her. “Keep it safe.”

Chapter 519