Baili Yen felt that for a poor woman like Lin Ziran, twenty million was already an astronomical figure, but for her, a princess, it was just some pocket money.
Baili Yen maintained her haughty demeanor, looking at Lin Ziran, waiting for her to reveal her ugly side and humble herself for a mere twenty million.
But the outcome was completely unexpected. Lin Ziran glanced at the card on the table indifferently, as if she couldn't even see it.
Lin Ziran laughed lightly, "I thought a noble royal princess would have such great courage, but it turns out she can only come up with a mere twenty million to buy out the original wife for a divorce to make way for you. How truly disappointing."
Baili Yen frowned, "Lin Ziran, you shouldn't be so ungrateful. When a wealthy man dumps a mistress, a twenty million breakup fee is already considered generous."
