My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 126

Seeing this scene, Yara pursed her lips and smiled, "I like that."

She picked up her bag and pulled out a check from it, "Here's half a million, as long as you can help me get an appointment with Morris, this is yours. If I can get me to work with Eonothem Group , I'm paying you a million."

In total, a million and a half.

Vivian's eyes instantly glowed and she sat upright, "Do your words count?"

She was now short of money, and someone had come to her door to send the money.

Originally, Vivian was still speculating about Yara's identity, but now it seemed obvious that Yara wasn't interested in her, what she was interested in instead was Morris.

After all, with the current status of the Cheal family, people who wanted to work with them tended to do so.

"Of course it counts."

Yara pursed her lips and smiled.

Vivian glanced at the check on the table, after thinking for a while, she shook her head, "With the current status of Yoyo makeup, as soon as you cooperate with Eonothem Group, you will instantly be among the first-tier brands, instead of the third-rate brands now. So, I'm only afraid that this amount of money is not enough."

She didn't know much about Yoyo makeup, but knew that Yoyo makeup was the most promoted by her circle of friends.

And Yoyo Makeup had put a lot of effort into the quality of its products to attract countless regular customers.

"Then you name a number."

Yara said cheerfully.

Vivian thought for a moment, held out her left hand and raised three fingers.

"Deal."

Yara didn't even think about it and readily agreed.

"That quick? Can I still back out?" Suddenly she had a bit of regret, always feeling that three million must be too low.

Or how would Yara agree to her so readily?

"It's okay to promise you, give me back my necklace."

Vivian didn't like to wear other people's things.

"Well ...... fine. You are stingy, ugh ......"

Yara muttered and took off the necklace and returned it to Vivian.

In the afternoon, Vivian took the unprecedented initiative to contact Morris.

Morris sitting in his office looked at the phone screen with a string of numbers bouncing around, and although there was no note of the name, the familiar number was already etched in his mind.

He answered the phone, "What, you want to come back?"

Vivian thought about it and glanced at Yara who was sitting across the table with some hesitation.

That was three million.

She must take use of Morris.

"Yes."

Vivian didn't say anything, but she heard the man on the other end of the phone give a light laugh and ask, "Hungry? I will buy you dinner."

"Yeah, let's eat at Philthy's."

"Okay."

Morris readily agreed.

Vivian hung up the phone and looked at Yara who was sitting across the table, smiling wickedly, "Don't you want to get to know Morris? If you add another million, I'll let you live in his house, okay?"

"Live ...... in his house? It works, but a million is too expensive, so forget it."

"So, is eight hundred thousand okay?"

"Too expensive."

"Seven hundred thousand?"

"Expensive."

"Five hundred thousand is my last bottom line, see if you cherish it or not. If you are not ready, you can’t make a long term business with the Cheal family."

"That makes sense, all right, five hundred thousand."

Yara agreed.