"What do you want?"
The other party had contacted him three days ago, saying that he could help solve the company's financial problem.
However, no matter how stupid Zoila was, she understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch.
That was why she wanted to meet her grandmother in the old house and ask her to help her.
She seemed to have installed a surveillance camera on her.
As soon as she came out of the old house, she received a call from her.
"Of course I want to solve the problem for Mrs. Zhao..."
"Don't call me Mrs. Zhao!" Zoila said unhappily.
A few days ago, the mistress came to the door and said that she was Mr. Zhao's wife.
Hearing that, Zoila felt disgusted.
"Ha..." A low laugh came from the opposite side. "Okay, Miss Moore. I just want to solve the problem for you, but..."
"What conditions do you want..."
Zoila listened to the other side of the road and listened to the person's request.
"..."
"You'd better succeed in your plan, or I won't have to live in City B!"
Zoila didn't expect him to be so ambitious.
But he had to admit that his plan was also very thorough.
If there was no accident, it was not impossible to succeed.
"Then I wish us a happy cooperation, Miss Moore."
After hearing that, Zoila didn't refuse directly. The other party knew that Zoila was tempted.
Before she hung up the phone, she received a text message.
"Here are 100 million dollars, representing my sincerity."
Zoila clicked on the message. Sure enough, it was the message that the money had been transferred into her account.
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