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 had swallowed.

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.”

sighed in exasperation. He had not

pressed his fingerprint into the seal paste, resolving to recoup this lost money

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over the signed and fingerprinted paper. His voice tinged with

before

Sean groaned inwardly.

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

on,” Yves

What was

instead holding up the paper and waving it toward the

gaze, Sean

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

looked at Yves. “Cynthia? Why did you bring her

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

a quick look at Sean’s

did.” Yves passed the paper to her.

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