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

vowed, he 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

going

“Three seconds.”

had not been this emotional in a

paste, resolving to recoup this lost money from

1

I am? Sean handed over the signed and fingerprinted

it before

Sean groaned inwardly.

save is inside, and he’s in a serious condition. Follow me,” Sean informed him.

Yves

was he planning now?

the paper and waving it toward

gaze, Sean looked outside.

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

“Cynthia? Why did you

clear disdain for wasting time with unnecessary words and went out

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

paper

Chapter 519