He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 186

After a few polite words, everyone dropped the small talk and got straight to the point.

“Teresa,” Acton asked, “what’s your price?”

Theresia didn’t hesitate. “A hundred million.”

Acton glanced at Freddy, then let out a low laugh. “If I remember right, you bought the port for three hundred million. Now you want a hundred million just for thirty percent?”

Theresia sank into the sofa, a hint of a smile curving her lips. “That’s right. I paid three hundred million, and I’m not about to sell at a loss.”

Acton shrugged. “I get that, but you seem pretty eager to sell. A hundred million feels a little optimistic.”

Theresia had just finished reviewing the numbers on Vector Navigation. It was an old shipping company, one that had been struggling for years to keep up with the times. Their business wasn’t exactly thriving. For them to suddenly show up ready to throw down this much cash for a slice of the port... it didn’t really add up.

Unless...

She kept her cool. Times like this, you had to stay patient.

Lifting her coffee, Theresia took a sip and looked up, her eyes sparkling. “Sounds like you’ve done your homework, even down to knowing I’m in a hurry. But you’re not the only ones who want Kingsport. Just because you don’t want to pay doesn’t mean someone else won’t.”

Right then, a knock sounded at the door. “Teresa, Garry wants to talk to you about the port.”

Theresia blinked, just a beat of surprise.

Garry? What was he doing here?

Before she could puzzle it out, Garry and Warren strolled in like they owned the place.

Garry led, tall and sharp in a designer suit. He just radiated swagger, the kind that bordered on cocky.

Acton glared, breathing hard, but managed to pull himself together. He turned to Theresia. “Teresa, I need to make a quick call. I’ll be right back.”

“Go ahead,” Theresia said calmly.

Freddy stayed put as Acton left the room. He found a quiet spot, dialed a number, and gave a quick update.

A few minutes later, Acton walked back in looking steady again. He faced Theresia. “We’ll match it. Another twenty million on top. If you’re ready, we’d like to sign today.”

Garry was perched on the edge of the sofa, playing with a silver lighter, his legs crossed as he watched the back-and-forth.

Theresia paused, pretending to think it over, then stood and offered her hand to Acton. “Here’s to a successful partnership.”

Acton let out a breath, relief written all over his face, and reached for her hand. But before he could shake it, Garry’s hand came down, catching Theresia’s in his own.