Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 913

“Well then, we should still look into it. Four million and five hundred thousand is not a small amount, and that is just in a single month! I’ve founded a company and worked in investments before. If I were to be given this amount, I would be able to easily increase it by ten-fold in a month,” Sasha said with a small smile, looking straight at Jocelyn.

She tapped the pen in her hand rhythmically against the table.

Ten-fold!

Everyone who heard what she had said gasped.

Even Jared whirled around abruptly to stare at Sasha, his aged eyes widened in disbelief.

He would never have expected such a young lady to be so capable.

“Besides, if it were me, I wouldn’t have just given you five hundred thousand after taking a total of five million. Look at the situation now! He’s gone, and I can only give you five hundred thousand.”

There was nothing else Sasha could have said that would have hurt Jocelyn more than this.

A scream sounded across the room. All heads turned to look at Jocelyn as she rushed toward Sasha, shouting, “You b*tch! I will kill you!”

Sasha was stunned speechless by her sudden outburst.

However, Tony and Janice grabbed her arms and restrained her before she could get her hands on Sasha.

After Jocelyn was removed from the room, Sasha calmly turned the book of accounts to the next page.

The Jadesons really are a weird bunch.

The book of accounts was supposed to be the records of the various families for the past several years. However, each family somehow only took up one page.

What is this supposed to mean?

Sasha stared at the second page in front of her. She raised her head and looked at the woman who had come forward.

“Yes, Shirley?”

“You don’t have to ask; I’ll confess. In the past, my family has also taken huge sums of money. However, as you know, all those money was used for Connor’s illegal businesses. Now that he’s gone and my eldest son isn’t around anymore, I’m sure you’ll not protest to giving us five hundred thousand each month for our expenses, right?” Shirley said candidly.

She stood in front of Sasha with her younger son by her side.

Sasha looked at the mother and son pair.

After a while, she wrote down the figure of “five hundred thousand” in the book of accounts.

Shirley was smarter than Jocelyn. She knew how to pick her battles and when to expose her weaknesses to win the sympathy of her counterparty.

Sasha made a note of this woman’s cunningness in her mind.