Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 371

Benjamin’s eyes widened at Carlisle’s text.

Carlisle was asking for 15 million dollars, the same sum he had invested.

Benjamin thought Carlisle ought to take some profit for himself even after recovering

his initial investment.

“What did Carlisle say?” Sirius asked tentatively, his face still mapped with bruises.

As far as Sirius could tell, Heath and Benjamin were nothing more than dispensable tools to Carlisle. He didn’t seem to think of them as friends, and he had undoubtedly

told Benjamin to sell off those assets so he could pocket the profit.

“See for yourself,” Benjamin said as he handed Sirius the phone.

Valin peered over Sirius‘ shoulder to read the text from Carlisle as well. His and Sirius‘ jaws fell open when they saw what Carlisle wrote.

They couldn’t believe Carlisle was only asking for 15 million dollars.

Being Heath’s confidantes, Sirius and Valin knew Carlisle had given Heath the 15

million dollars he needed to kickstart the gang.

In other words, Carlisle was asking for no more than his initial investment. At this

point, he was practically running a charity.

ngach

kind of person

and muttered, “I

on my knees when

said, “Carlisle must think of you and Heath as true friends

Heath back home to let his parents care for

die for Carlisle if things come

as highly

then, Valin sighed again. “What do we do while Heath is

a leisurely manner and said, “What’s there for us to do other

wakes up.”

think I have what it takes to run our operations, which is why he wants me to wait for Heath to regain consciousness. I have to show him

Heath.”

at Benjamin, who suddenly sounded so grown–up that they didn’t see a trace of the young man who had previously relied on Heath for

couldn’t help casting a sidelong glance at Benjamin, and a thought crossed his mind: the

texting Benjamin, Carlisle

Gordon greeted in his

about the other day will be heading to Franklin Complex today. Did you

geezer is so full of himself that he thinks

to be

I can’t believe this is the thanks I get for helping his son get a

sputtered. “1500 dollars isn’t that much, Dad. Even a day in the intensive care

mine is important to me. I’d have given Mr.

if he

jokes. 15 million dollars. Ha! Do you think money grows