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

amidst an array of grievances and emotions. To ensure that he would not back out, Yves handed him a small box

going

“Three seconds.”

in exasperation. He had not been this emotional in

paste, resolving to recoup this lost money

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and fingerprinted paper. His voice tinged with emotion. “When have I ever

before stating, “I don’t trust you.

Sean groaned inwardly.

he’s in a serious condition. Follow me,” Sean

Yves responded

What was he planning

instead holding up the paper and waving it toward

Sean looked outside.

who could possibly command such treatment from Yves, he spotted Cynthia alighting from the driver’s seat. Her

Yves. “Cynthia? Why did you bring her

time

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

Yves passed the paper to her. “Keep it safe.”

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