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

would make this guy cough up everything he

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

not going to renege.”

“Three seconds.”

exasperation. He had not been this emotional

he pressed his fingerprint into the seal paste, resolving to recoup this lost money from Joshua.

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kind of person I am? Sean handed over the signed and fingerprinted paper. His voice tinged with emotion. “When have I ever failed to fulfill a promise?”

it before stating, “I don’t

Sean groaned inwardly.

is inside, and he’s

Yves responded nonchalantly.

was he

reply, instead holding up the paper

Sean looked outside.

from Yves, he spotted Cynthia alighting from the driver’s seat. Her demeanor was not

at Yves. “Cynthia? Why did

him, expressing a clear disdain for wasting time with unnecessary words

swept a quick look at Sean’s face, which had resumed its usual composure. She asked, “Did

did.” Yves passed the paper

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