So Samuel Grant could only remove the obstruction in his mouth and make one last feeble attempt: "Uncle, can we talk alone, without an outsider present, it would be better..."
William Foster said flatly, "Clara is not an outsider; she is your future aunt. Say what you have to say. If you can't, don't waste my time."
Samuel Grant was filled with resentment towards William Foster, wishing he could kill him but still bit the bullet and spoke up: "I'm here to borrow money from you, uncle."
William Foster asked, "How much?"
Samuel Grant had long known he would inevitably be humiliated tonight and closed his eyes helplessly: "Two billion."
William Foster's eyes narrowed slightly, having already guessed that Samuel's debts had doubled, but still pretended not to know, asking with furrowed brows, "Two billion? Wasn't it ten billion before?"
Samuel Grant gritted his teeth and didn't speak for a moment.
