Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Maisie and her son exchanged a quick glance.

Was it finally time to talk numbers?!

Maisie immediately hopped down from the windowsill.

Calling it a window was a bit generous-it was more of a small ventilation panel that opened vertically. There was no way she'd actually fit through it, let alone fall out.

Jumping out wasn't even on the table.

It was all a show to grab attention, to force Murray to step in. And it worked.

What Maisie didn't know, as she and her son eagerly made their way to Murray's office, was the look their assistant gave them from behind. It was indescribable, shrouded in a veiled darkness. Beneath that, almost imperceptible, was a hint of... sympathy?

...

This was the second time Maisie and Farley found themselves in this office.

It still felt extravagantly opulent.

Maisie didn't beat around the bush; as soon as she entered, she made her offer- "Five million."

Murray raised an eyebrow, sneering, "I thought you wanted fifty million?"

Maisie cursed internally. Sure, she wanted that much, but would they ever give it?

that while rich people had plenty of

game, or even lose tens of millions in a casino night, but when it came

all their wealth, what was a bit more to

wealthy could bend low as easily as they could stand tall, and it all came down to

At first, he seemed willing to throw money at them to

the moment the tables turned, he wouldn't acknowledge them, wouldn't even pick

with the upper

fit was

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but it could actually tick

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upon entering the office, Maisie didn't resort to her usual antics.

I've had

was no betrayal But the physical and emotional harm you caused her is real.

lightly. "You're getting

straight, can you do it? If yes, we take the money and leave, and you'll never see us again." Murray said, "Five million? I've already given Millie three million, which means now I only

leaped in shock. Farley's eyes

mentioned a word about

of them had their own

straightforward: "Leave your bank account details, and I'll have my assistant transfer the

blinked, calculating: "When will it be in the account? It was quite the trip coming here;