Chapter 683
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Joe’s patience wore thin. He tossed the documents aside and abruptly stood up. “Let’s go, Brenna.”
Brenna stood up as well.
Alarmed, Denis shot up and stopped them. “Wait! If ten million’s not enough, I’ll raise it. Thirteen million. How about that?”
He had clawed his way through sleepless nights and ruthless negotiations. He had also barely dodged gangsters who would have been happy to see him fail. Every dollar in his pocket had been earned with grit, and the thought of parting with even a fraction more made his teeth clench.
Seething at the idea of Brenna walking away with more money, Isabella said, “No way! Can’t you just bump it up by a hundred thousand? Why throw in so much?”
“Stay out of it!” Denis barked. He wasn’t about to let her ruin this deal.
If Brenna solved his problem, he stood to make at least five billion dollars.
Isabella eyed Brenna with blatant scorn, sneering as she tilted her head. To her, Brenna would forever be the pathetic doormat of the Barrett family. How dare she act as if she were above her?
Brenna was obviously putting on an act. What could she possibly know about finance?
Moving funds from Jade’s corporate account to Denis’s wasn’t a simple task. Isabella and Denis both knew it demanded advanced hacking skills. Did Brenna possess those skills?
Likely, she just had a couple of tech wizards on her team.
Isabella’s gaze on Brenna dripped with contempt; she was convinced Brenna was the world’s biggest fraud.
She nudged Denis’s arm, muttering, “Don’t buy her act. Thirteen million is plenty.”
Denis thought the same. He had consulted numerous experts—some from Vanland, others overseas, including top-tier hackers—but none could help him transfer the funds.
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If Jade’s entire financial team hadn’t perished, and if her accounts weren’t locked behind layers of encryption, he would never have stooped to asking Brenna for help.
“Thirteen million, not a penny more, Ms. Harper. For you, that’s two days’ work at most. It’s more than enough; don’t get greedy,” he said.
Isabella smirked. “Exactly. Your little studio probably takes half a year to pull in that kind of money.”
Sure, Brenna had once helped a company recover fifty billion, but those kinds of gigs were rare.
Isabella believed a deal of thirteen million was a major one for Brenna. She continued, “So? Have you made up your mind? This chance won’t come twice. Deals like this don’t just fall from the sky. If you pass, we’ll find someone else.”
“That’s right. This is your last chance.”
Denis nodded, though he knew better than Isabella—Brenna was likely the only one who could pull this off. Still, in his view, Brenna’s help was worth no more than thirteen million.
Brenna’s icy stare swept over them. She didn’t want to waste any more time on these selfish opportunists.
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