"Haha. You are absolutely right. Nueve is nothing compared to you." Levi said honestly. Francis Hicks's imposing manner alone is superior to Nu eve's.
Levi sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine as well. He took a sip and said, "I can tell you firmly, Mr. Secrets. Five hundred million is not possible. But we can negotiate the price..."
Francis glanced at Levi. "I am a decisive person. Offer me a price then!"
Levi did not say a word. He raised his hand as well.
Francis was unsettled by that sight. "Are you kidding me? Fifty million? That's not possible! I can consider if you offer me four hundred million!"
Levi grinned. "You're mistaken, Mr. Secrets. It's not fifty million."
Francis stood up angrily. "Five million? You're outrageous, Levi Garrison! Let me be frank. I do not care about Nueve. You will face the consequences if you infuriate me!"
Levi patted Francis's shoulder. "Calm down, Mr. Secrets. I am a sensible person. So how would I offer you five million?"
Francis's expression softened visibly. He assumed Levi was making a joke earlier. But Levi's subsequent clarification shocked him to his core.
"I'm offering you five."
The atmosphere inside the meeting room reached its boiling point afterward.
Bam!
Francis slammed the table and yelled at Levi furiously. "Are you f***ing kidding me? I'll kill you!"
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