How can you say this so confidently?
Thomas Skin's eyebrows twitched violently, surprised that his brother, with that temper, was willing to work for free. It's like he's been possessed.
The second plan he had thought of was aborted, and Thomas Skin blinked stiffly. So does he really have to bleed again?
Damn it, after all this time, he dug a hole for himself.
Listening to the faint noises on the phone, Claire Green curled her lips with interest, "Now still planning to negotiate with me using what?"
"All the chips I had were swindled by you. How am I supposed to negotiate?" Thomas Skin rolled his eyes ungracefully, his tone a bit resentful.
Hearing this.
Claire Green's lips lifted in a roguish smirk, "No problem, you have money, we can take our time negotiating."
Thanks, I'm broke.
Thomas Skin chuckled insincerely, then decisively hung up the phone.
He would never spend ten billion, absolutely not.
