Macy is about to keep on speaking. Yusef asks promptly: “How much?”
“100 million dollars.”
“Not much.” Yusef sneers, “However, Miss Downey. Do you think you worth such a price?”
“I…” Macy chokes.
“Even if 100 million dollars is not much, I won’t give it to you for nothing.” He casually plays with his cellphone and his eyes indicate his indifference, “Considering you left this morning without words, I can’t feel any sincerity from you and such a way of doing things…”
He sneers, “I doubt if every Downey is the same. I think it is necessary for me to reconsider whether to lend you the money or not.”
It goes exactly as she thought.
Before she set off, Sunny has reminded her that she may become the tribute to this anecdote and lose anything if she wants to benefit from the Penn’s.
Macy’s face looks weaker and paler gradually, which makes her lips look even more vibrant.
After a long pause, Macy looks up into Yusef’s cold eyes. “Just forget about it, Mr. Penn. Since you have made yourself so clear, I shouldn’t disturb you further. We are all adults and your hesitation is completely reasonable. What happened last night is just what we took for our needs.
She takes her bag and leaves.
Just as one of her legs steps out of the room, a cold voice occurs from this man at her back, “Is this your limit? It seems that Miss Downey is not so much worried about the Downey’s.”
She stops and clenches her fists.
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