After dinner, she knew I didn't have a place to stay, so she took me back home and arranged a bedroom for me.
It was a little inappropriate to be a room with her, but wasn't it the life I wanted?
Clara was a very warm woman who loved to laugh and she was nice.
She was good to me and brought me fruit and melons.
When she went to take a shower, I leaned back on the couch in the living room and looked around. It was my first time living in a building. I was both curious and excited.
But not long after, my phone rang, and it was Andrew calling again.
“Mr. Matteo, I hope that you will reconsider the previous conditions.”
This time his tone was no longer anxious, but instead carried some arrogance.
“Mr. Andrews, I won't sell it, so stop calling and harassing me, okay?”
I said with some impatience.
Instead, he smiled.
“Mr. Matteo, you are not the only one who can dye ‘General Grey’.
Now, we are talking to another person who holds this formula, so ......”
I shuddered involuntarily when I heard that!
My art teacher once said that he was indeed not the only one who held the formula. He had a brother who was responsible for his imprisonment!
His brother was not only a gambling addict, but also obsessed with stocks. Half of the Stone Family's fortune was spent by this brother. And then he got into debt and even thought of selling the formula of the ‘General Grey’, so as to continue to gamble!
Because of this, Corey and his brother fell out. Unfortunate, his brother framed him into Corey. Corey was childless and had not married, so the family property was taken away by his brother.
It was over ten years ago. Only hatred was between the brothers.
“Mr. Andrews, why are you calling me since you've found another seller?
You can just talk about it?”
“Heh, that man is asking for an inflated price and is arrogant. I don't like do business with that kind of person.”
After a pause, he continued.
“Mr. Matteo, it will be beneficial to both of us if you sell me the formula now, otherwise by tomorrow, neither of us will be able to get a good deal.”
I frowned slightly.
“Why is it?”
He sighed and said.
“Mr. Stone said that what you're holding is patented by the Stone Family and that you're a thief. Tomorrow he'll go to your factory and take back your formula! When it really comes to that, not only will you not get the money, but the formula will become exclusive to him. That man will ask for more, so it's in both our interests to make a deal now.”
That bastard wanted to blackmail me?
“Who found you Mr. Stone?”
I asked in doubt.
“Carrie, she's not an ordinary woman. Tomorrow, she will frame your factory. She doesn't want to give up this project to you.”
Andrew said smugly.
“What's it?”
I inquired.
He said.
“I can't tell you that, but if you're willing to sell the formula, it will be a different story.”
I didn't expect Carrie to be more difficult to deal with than I thought!
If the formula was not sold, we had no money. In case there was an accident tomorrow and the formula was taken away by the Stone Family, not only would this project be lost, but Clara's factory would be ruined.
If the formula was sold, although we had money, the right to use the dyeing technology did not belong to us anymore. If we could not dye general grey, Carrie would take the project.
So no matter what, she wouldn't be at a disadvantage. This woman was not naive.
“Then tell Mr. Stone, he can come tomorrow. I worked out the formula myself, I'll see how he takes it away!”
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