Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband (or The Ninth Bride)

Chapter 322 He Couldn't Accept It

"Was Finley really that ugly?" "Absolutely."

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The employees downstairs engaged in animated discussions about Samantha, completely oblivious to her thoughts. Meanwhile, she stood before the bloodied Sylvan, pouring him a glass of water and placing it gently in front of him. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Sylvan tightened his grip on the cup without uttering a word. Samantha turned to her assistant, her voice steady and commanding. "Go and get Sylvan a change of clothes." "Understood, Ms. Wallace," the assistant replied, hurrying off.

Once her assistant had left, Samantha resumed her inquiry. "You came to see me today for a reason, didn't you? Is there something you need my help with?"

"I..." Sylvan hesitated, grappling with the weight of his words. "What I'm about to say might sound like I've gone overboard, but my hands are tied."

She offered a gentle smile. "I've heard much worse. So, whatever you wish to say, feel free."

lend me some

expression shifted slightly. "How much

again tightened his grip on the cup, his

Rising to her feet, she moved to a nearby table and wrote out a check, placing it before him. "Here's 300 thousand. I may not know the specifics

asking to borrow 200,000. I came with no hope, considering we're not acquainted. Yet,

long as you need to

at a loss

a contract now? To make me your company's artist?" he asked,

know you're not ready to return to the stage yet. I won't pressure you into signing just because

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322 He Couldn't Accept

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friend helping you out. I don't need a promissory note. I don't need interest from you, either, I trust you. It's like