A dark expression on his face, Hagen spat coldly, “You have quite the rude mouth on you. Who are you exactly? I've never seen you around before.”
“You don't deserve to know who I am,” Nathan replied.
What?
Hagen and his group were taken aback by Nathan's bold statement.
After a while, Hagen started chuckling. “How interesting. You know, I enjoy beating some sense into lunatics like you.”
“You said you'd help Cheryl pay the remaining two billion, right? Fine. Then pay up now. If you're even one short, then I'm taking that as a free pass to smash you into a pulp.”
Nathan waved his hand in one direction. Colin suddenly appeared by his side out of nowhere, bowing politely. “Mr. Cross.”
“Transfer two billion to him,” Nathan instructed.
Yes, sir.
Colin requested for Hagen's banking details, and within the next ten minutes, two billion was successfully transferred into his Swiss bank account.
At the same time, Cheryl instructed Lennon to transfer the remaining eight billion into Hagen's bank account.
Ten billion. Not one more and not one less.
Slightly taken aback, Hagen took another curious look at Nathan. After all, not just anyone was willing to give away two billion so easily.
Which billionaire's son is he?
Nathan didn't seem familiar to him at all, so he guessed that he was some bastard son of a random billionaire that was trying to get into Cheryl's good graces because he liked her.
Hagen had earned ten billion tonight. That in of itself put him in a good mood, and he was willing to overlook how Nathan had just offended him publicly.
In a lopsided half-smile, he said to Nathan, “Good on you, brat. Never would I have thought that you had some money to your name.”
Either way, Cheryl had lost ten billion, two billion of which she owed Nathan. She was going to have to eat only food scraps to survive for the next few days.
A little heartbroken, she muttered to Nathan,
“I X¹ „
Lets go.
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