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Chapter 46

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"What do you say?" she asked, her voice smooth, almost casual.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I just stared at her, trying to read the room, trying to understand why.

Rich people were strange, but this? This was something else. It wasn’t just that she was offering me money—it was how she did it. Like it was a simple transaction. Like I had a price tag. And considering her son already thought I would do anything for money, this was more than suspicious.

Had Richard put her up to this? Was this some kind of test? The thought made my jaw tighten. But why would he even bother testing me? He knew I was around him because I had to be.

But...what if I was wrong? What if this wasn’t a test, and I was about to walk away from the offer of a lifetime?

"Fine! You drive a hard bargain—two million," Mrs. Williams said, and I blinked.

Before I could react, she waved a manicured hand in the air, like she was already growing bored of the conversation.

"This is my final offer, and I’m not moving
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