Chapter 418

Finally, it was time to talk money!

Linda Lombardi quickly jumped down from the windowsill.

The so-called window was just a palm-sized vent, too small even for a child to crawl through.

Jumping to her death was out of the question.

She had done it purely to draw attention and force Nathan Evans to show himself.

Fortunately, her goal was achieved.

But what she didn't know was that as she and her son eagerly headed toward Nathan's office, the assistant behind them flashed a barely detectable look of pity.

......

This was Linda and Tyler's second time entering the luxurious office.

The gilded decor still dazzled them.

Linda got straight to the point: "Five million."

Nathan raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted fifty?"

Linda cursed inwardly. Of course she wanted fifty, but would he give it?

She'd learned her lesson these past few days—the rich splurged on luxuries but were stingy with the poor.

They'd drop millions on racehorses or gamble fortunes without blinking, yet begrudged every penny to those in need.

Cheapskates!

What was wrong with sharing some of that wealth?!

She also understood the rich could turn on you faster than flipping a page.

Take Margaret Evans—at first she'd groveled, trying to buy them off.

Once she turned hostile? Wouldn't even take their calls.

So throwing tantrums was useless with these people.

Might even provoke them.

So Linda dropped the hysterics and laid her cards on the table.

"I've thought it over. You and Chloe were consenting adults. But you did hurt her. Compensation is reasonable—we can negotiate the amount."

Nathan smiled faintly. "Learned your lesson."

"Five million, give me a straight answer. Yes, we take the money and disappear forever."

Nathan: "I already gave Chloe Valentine three million. Another two makes five..."

"What?! You gave that—Chloe three million?!"

Linda nearly leapt from her chair.

Tyler's eyes bulged.

Chloe hadn't breathed a word!

Both were silently calculating.

Nathan said bluntly, "Leave your account number. Two million by noon."

Linda's eyes darted. "What exact time? We came all this way—best to be clear."

"Before twelve."

Linda exhaled. "Fine."

"Remember your promise, or else—"

With the windfall in sight, Linda vowed repeatedly: "Don't worry, I keep my word! Take the money and vanish!"

Tyler nodded, swallowing hard.

Five million!

He'd never seen that much money in his life.

Once they got it, first thing—make Mom buy him a luxury car. Show everyone Tyler Lombardi was somebody now!

Nathan raised a hand. "Show them out."

The assistant opened the door: "This way—"

Outside the building, mother and son were still dazed.

Not fifty million, but five was still a fortune.

Enough to last their lifetimes.

As they plotted their return to the hotel, a truck suddenly headed toward them.

At first its speed seemed normal. No one paid it any mind.