Everyone was almost scared out of their wits by her words!

Several tall men in suits all looked at Minerva in disbelief, and their faces turned pale one by one.

This girl really had the guts to ask for it. She was asking for such a huge sum of money, it seemed as if Master Collins would faint from anger.

Everyone looked at Master Collins.

As expected, Jarold was greatly angered. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot at this very moment. He pointed angrily at her, "What did you say? Say it again?"

Minerva's red lips curved up slightly as she smiled sweetly. "What's wrong, Grandpa? It was you who said just now that I could ask for anything I wanted, or is it because Sebastian is no match for the Collins Family in your eyes? If that's the case, then I won't be able to leave him. After all, even if you really were to give me the Collins Family, I wouldn't leave him."

These words shocked Jarold. He didn't expect her to say that.

Was it true? Was it because she knew that he wouldn't agree, in which she found the confidence

to say so?

"Humph." Jarold laughed coldly. "No matter what, it's fine if you want or don't want it. I'll never agree to such a ridiculous request. If you think this isn't enough money, I'll give you more money, and then you'll leave!"

Minerva stayed rooted to the spot and did not move.

After explaining to him for so long, she suddenly felt a little tired.

She did not know when Maddox would come, and because this was his grandfather, she could not go too far. She was really starting to get tired if this were to continue. Furthermore, it was obvious that he was serious, with no intention of playing around with her.

Minerva sighed in her heart and said seriously, "Master Collins, I really can't leave him, no matter what you give me."

When he saw her like this, Jarold squinted his eyes, a sharp glint in his eyes. He snorted coldly, "I didn't think that you'd find this place."

couldn't help but raise

showdown with her?

that was the case, she would say

just as Minerva's lips moved, a cold male voice

Why are you making things

and deep

She turned around suddenly and looked towards the source of the

a simple suit, stood at the door of the secretary's office. He was surrounded by a cold aura. He looked coldly at the scene in the secretary's office and then strode towards Minerva. Minerva was about to call him when he grabbed Minerva's wrist and

been pestering her. Grandpa, you can

He looked at Maddox and Minerva behind him unhappily. He pursed his lips. "Don't you still have some time before going to work? What's wrong? Did you come here ahead of schedule just for a woman?

went to brew tea with a serious

kind of woman who would complain to her

all, this matter was too complicated. She didn't want to involve Maddox because he didn't

find out

did, she would not be the type

did Maddox know about this matter and

Minerva was confused, Maddox spoke and explained for her, "I had guessed that you would come over. I didn't see Grandpa

exposed in such a blatant manner by his grandson, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. He grunted angrily, "So what? How did you respond to me last night? What bullsh*t are you spouting? I you're not willing to do it yourself, then

said coldly, "Grandpa, please go back. I'll handle

you want to do with her?" Jarold looked coldly at

was cold, and there was not a trace

the company, so naturally she should

you know what you're doing? Have you forgotten everything Grandpa told you? You have to fire her immediately." Minerva was worried, seeing the two on the verge of a quarrel because of her. Jarold's emotions seemed to have gone out of control

Maddox's grandfather. Furthermore, he was the one who had saved Maddox back then. She still respected and

subconsciously tugged at Maddox's sleeve. Maddox's gaze paused for a moment

company. It's up to me whether to fire her or not. If you think my decision has an impact on the company or is problematic, you can take all my rights

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