"Are you really that strapped for cash," the old cat smirked, "Not satisfied with the fifty billion in patent fees from me, you're even going after that one billion?"
Drake White burst out laughing.
"This guy doesn't even spare his own accounts; do you think she wouldn't want that billion?"
The old cat thought about it, and it was indeed true.
Claire Green's eyes lazily glanced to the side, her lips curving into a noticeable smirk.
She said languidly, "I earned it with my skills, why wouldn't I take it."
Upon hearing this.
The old cat glanced at her, deep resignation in his eyes.
Bluebird, listening to the conversation from the side, chuckled lightly, eyes full of schadenfreude, "You better think about how to get the money first, isn't Thomas Skin the one who froze all your assets?"
As her words settled.
The old cat's expression visibly froze.
So now he has to go back and persuade that guy Skin?
