A Crazy Night (Nathaniel and Christina) novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707 Cherishing Each Other

Yerek was eager to sell off his domestic assets and leave the country to maintain a low profile. However, his plan was far from easy and presented many challenges.

Not only did Nathaniel covertly intercept the projects Yerek had painstakingly negotiated, but he also tarnished his company’s reputation when he decided to sell it, making it difficult for anyone to take over his business ventures. His debt was also growing by the day.

The assets left to him by Nigel were not sustainable in the long run. If he still failed to get out of the situation, his overseas company would inevitably suffer.

“Don’t underestimate Nathaniel. The fact that he hasn’t caused trouble for me doesn’t mean he can’t find the time to do so. Perhaps he’s just biding his time for a grand move,” Yerek said, unwilling to waste more words on Emilia. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll be going abroad for a while. You might as well find a safe place to hide for some time. Once the situation calms down, I’ll inform you to come back.”

Rather than going into hiding to ensure her safety, Emilia chose to take risks and stay put to witness the unfolding drama. “I don’t want to go into hiding. I can simply stay indoors. They have no evidence against me, so they won’t be able to harm me in any way.”

Glancing at Emilia with a mocking expression, Yerek responded indifferently, “Suit yourself. But if things go south, don’t you dare drag me down with you.” He extinguished his cigarette and casually tossed it out of the window. “You can get out now.”

Nevertheless, Emilia refused to leave. Yerek knitted his brows. “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

Emilia attempted to put on a friendly facade. “Yerek, you’re worried that I might cause you trouble, right? How about this? I have plans for plastic surgery, but it comes with a hefty price tag. Considering your recent financial success, I thought maybe you could lend me some money?”

Yerek’s face instantly turned grim, and he could not help but raise his voice. “Do you take me for a money-printing machine? I can’t just conjure up any amount you desire. At most, I can give you one million. It’s up to you to figure out how to cover the rest of the expenses.”

One million would not even cover the most basic plastic surgery at a high-end hospital, let alone the expenses for postoperative recovery and adjustments.

After losing her job in the entertainment industry, Emilia did not have enough savings to support her lavish lifestyle. She had no choice but to explore other channels to make money.

“Yerek, that’s not enough. Can’t you give me a bit more?” Emilia attempted to use her charming tactics to entice Yerek into providing her with additional funds, but Yerek was not swayed by her ploy.

“It’s not my problem that you don’t have enough money,” Yerek sneered. “I do have a solution that can save you some money, though. It depends on whether you’re willing to do it.”

Emilia’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What is it?”

“I know an expert in 3D printing technology, and he specializes in creating hyper-realistic masks. I can write a recommendation letter for you, and you can visit him to get a custom made mask. It’ll save you time and effort, and you’ll avoid unnecessary complications. It perfect solution,” he explained.

Upon hearing that, she frowned. Isn’t that something Anya had tried before? How could he propose a plan that had already failed? What is he thinking?

Noticing the concern in her eyes, Yerek reassured her, saying, “You’re smarter than Anya. I’m confident that you won’t make the same mistakes she did.” D

Emilia found herself inexplicably stirred by a sense of competition, nearly losing herself in desire, and impulsively agreed without much thought. “Give me the person’s contact information then.”

A small smirk appeared on one corner of Yerek’s lips as he retrieved a business card from his wallet and passed it to Emilia. He reminded her, “He doesn’t like to handle a big crowd, so you’ll have to visit him alone.”

“Got it,” Emilia replied, cradling the business card as if it were a precious treasure.