"Since we've reached this point in the conversation, why don't we have an open and honest talk?" Irene Spencer slowly exhaled a bluish smoke ring, "I can help you break up Kris Cooper and Vera Wave, but I want this amount!"
She slowly stretched out a palm.
"Fifty million!"
There's no hope for the Imperial Visuals contract, she's already completely offended Kris Cooper, who's practically in cahoots with Kenton Maverick. There's no future for her in this circle anymore.
Rather than continue like this, she might as well bow out while she can.
With these people's savings, plus his fifty million, she'll have enough to live extravagantly for the rest of her life. She can find a nice scenic country in Europe to start over.
Nathan Leafcastle gently tapped his fingers on the armrest, "What method do you have?"
Irene Spencer smiled, "This kind of thing is more your specialty!"
Fingers tapping the armrest, Nathan Leafcastle stood up.
"Deal!"
