NovelEnglishMaisie and her son exchanged a quick glance.
Was it finally tto talk numbers?!
Maisie immediately hopped down from the windowsill.
Calling it a window was a bit generous-it was more of a small ventilation panel that opened vertically. There was
no way she'd actually fit through it, let alone fall out.
Jumping out wasn't even on the table.
It was all a show to grab attention, to force Murray to step in. And it worked.
What Maisie didn't know, as she and her son eagerly made their way to Murray's office, was the look their
assistant gave them from behind. It was indescribable, shrouded in a veiled darkness. Beneath that, almost
imperceptible, was a hint of... sympathy?
This was the second tMaisie and Farley found themselves in this office.
It still felt extravagantly opulent.
Maisie didn't beat around the bush; as soon as she entered, she made her offer- "Five million."
Murray raised an eyebrow, sneering, "I thought you wanted fifty million?"
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Maisie cursed internally. Sure, she wanted that much, but would they ever give it?
She eventually realized that while rich people had plenty of money, they could be really cheap about certain
things.
They could drop millions on a horse race, a golf game, or even lose tens of millions in a casino night, but when it
cto giving a little extra to people like her, they clamped their wallets shut. So tight-fisted!
With all their wealth, what was a bit more to them?!
At the stime, Maisie realized that the wealthy could bend low as easily as they could stand tall, and it all
cdown to whether you were of any use to them.
Take Beverley, for instance. At first, he seemed willing to throw money at them to make them go away, bending
over backward to accommodate.
But the moment the tables turned, he wouldn't acknowledge them, wouldn't even pick up the phone.
So, with the upper crust, throwing
fit was
as pointless. Not only did it
help, but it could actually tick them
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Thus, upon entering the office, Maisie didn't resort to her usual antics. Instead, she got straight to the point.
"These past days, I've had a think.
You and Millie were in a consensual relationship, there was no betrayal But the physical and emotional harm you
caused her is real. So, it's only right that we ask for scompensation, even if we're open to discussing the
amount."
Murray chuckled lightly. "You're getting smarter."
"Five million. Give it tostraight, can you do it? If yes, we take the money and leave, and you'll never see us
again." Murray said, "Five million? I've already given Millie three million, which means now | only need to give
two million..." "What?! You gave that-uh, Millie three million?!"
Maisie nearly leaped in shock. Farley's eyes widened in disbelief.
Why hadn't Millie mentioned a word about it?!
Both of them had their own plans cooking up.
Murray was straightforward: "Leave your bank account details, and I'll have my assistant transfer the two
million."
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Maisie blinked, calculating: "When will it be in the account? It was quite the trip coming here; best to be clear."
"Before noon today."
Maisie breathed a sigh of relief: "Good."
"Remember what you said just now. | don't want to see you again, or else—"
The thought of a
hefty sum soon to
be in her hand's cleared Maisie's mind of any other concerns. She
quickly reassured: "Don't worry, I'm a woman of my word. Once | have the
money, you won't seeagain, no need to telltwice!"
Farley swallowed hard, nodding along. Five million!
He'd never seen that much money before.
Once they got the money, he'd have his mom buy him a nice car, show everyone that Farley wasn't just some
punk; he had made it! Murray gestured dismissively: "Show them out."
The assistant opened the door, "This way, please—"
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