NovelsFreeChapter 915: Cedric gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. Even in casual attire, he carried himself with an air of authority that commanded respect. Hackett's grin stretched wider, becoming even more obsequious. “There was a minor misunderstanding recently, Mr. Phillips," he said, pulling a pre-filled check from his pocket. "I acted too rashly, and for that, I take full responsibility. The eight of us are here today to see if we can settle this matter amicably." Cedric's gaze flickered briefly towards the check resting on the table. His lips curled into a smirk. "Do you takefor a beggar?" Bruno, ever the one to obsess over money, widened his eyes in disbelief. "Mr. Phillips, did you look closely? That's two hundred million! Since when does a beggar receive that kind of sum?" Bruno had spent the entire night agonizing over the exact amount to offer.
Cedric, a veteran in the business world, lounged back in his chair, tilting his chin slightly as he regarded them. His posture was casual, but the sharp glint in his eyes carried a silent challenge.
"This money isn't for me," Cedric said smoothly. "My wife has a kind heart. There are countless homeless children in impoverished regions, and she hopes to unite charitable businesses to fund schools worldwide_ working toward a world where poverty no longer exists." Cedric's statement sent a chill through the eight men, leaving them uneasy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA world without poverty? Marc let out an awkward chuckle, clapping hesitantly. “Eliminating poverty worldwide sounds a bit ambitious. Perhaps we should start on a smaller scale? Maybe in Olisvine first? And your wife's vision is quite idealistic. Mr. Phillips, don't you think it would be wiser to take things step by step?" All eight pairs of eyes turned to Cedric, waiting for his response.
Cedric shook his head effortlessly. "That won't do. Kindness shouldn't have borders. And considering that you all are at the helm of the domestic business world, don't you think two hundred million is a little underwhelming for such an ambitious project?" A heavy silence settled over the room.
Hackett's thoughts raced as he hesitated before asking, “Then, what would be an appropriate amount?" Lãf€$f ChAptërŞ In GałnøvelŞ.cơm Cedric chuckled lightly, his amusement barely concealed.
The eight men across from him remained stiff, their gazes locked on Cedric's lips, bracing themselves for whatever shocking words might follow.
Then, Cedric raised a finger.
The men opposite him stiffened.
Their expressions turned blank, shock flooding their features.
"Did you mean ten million?" Bruno asked, his voice shaking.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCedric said nothing.
Farley's fingers tightened around his water glass as he forced a strained chuckle Ten million for each of us. Nothing we can't handle, right?” Hackett, sitting to the side, found his smile faltering.
Still, Cedric remained silent. He knew these old foxes weren't confused they were just buying time. But in the end, they would have to accept the reality before them.
Hackett's feigned pleasantness gave way to a scowl. "Mr Phillips, just what exactly ex are you playing at?" Cedric responded with cool indifference. "I believe I've made myself quite clear, haven't I?"
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