Thea was reminded of yesterday’s incident when James brought up the one million dollars.
Yesterday, at the Dragon Fountain Villa, James transferred three million to Lorne and received it back.
She wanted to ask about it last night, but too much had happened in one day, so she lost her opportunity to ask about it.
“James, how did you get all this money?” Thea looked at James seriously.
“I…”
James scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. “Us men will always keep some extra cash on the side just in case. This is some money I transferred out from my card last time since I had a feeling you might use up all the money from it. I wanted to have some backup for our necessities…”
Hearing this, Thea fell silent.
It was due to her incompetence that she lost all of James’ 200 million.
Gladys was distraught.
Her own family is struggling right now, yet here James was using his own money to help Lex.
“Grandpa, may I have your card number?”
James looked at Lex.
Lex never expected the day when he would have to rely on his son-in-law to survive.
Nevertheless, life goes on.
He did not refuse the offer. Instead, he said, “James, I will be borrowing this money. After we come out from this crisis, I will pay you back tenfold.”
Despite saying that, there was no confidence behind his words.
Having the Watsons and Xenoses as their enemy, the Callahans will have their work cut out for them if they want to regain their power.
Lex gave James his number and the transfer was done.
Lex could not be more grateful.
The other Callahans sulked. All of them blamed Thea for their situation.
Tommy scoffed, “James, don’t think your spare change is going to make us indebted to you. We’re in this mess all because of Thea. If it wasn’t for her, we’d still be living in our huge mansion.”
“Thea is a jinx. Out of everyone she could’ve messed with, she had to pick the Watsons and the Xenoses.”
“We should’ve kicked her out of the family ten years ago.”
The Callahans all chimed in to berate Thea, spewing out the nastiest verbal abuse they could.
Thea admitted her fault. She could not do anything other than continually apologize.
James waved his hand, trying to stop the argument, “Enough, guys. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll overcome this together. The Cansington Medical Convention is around the corner, we should work hard on that, and claim the title of Asclepius.”
“Asclepius?” Weston, John’s son glared at James condescendingly, “You?”
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