Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay said with a straight face, "Rose, you give me Baby Robbie's custody and I'll allow you to keep your visitation rights for the first five years."

Rose widened her eyes in disbelief. 'This is too absurd. He not only wants to take away Baby Robbie's custody rights from me, but he also wants to take away my visitation rights in the future!' If this was tolerable, there would be no more intolerable things in this world!

Rose stood up with her hands curled into fists as she placed them on the tabletop. With her body leaning forward, she emphasized each word through gritted teeth, "In your dreams." The challenge in her eyes was very sharp.

Jay remained as cool as a cucumber. He was a brilliant king of the business world. He had experienced many negotiations and met many negotiators. He felt that a lowly housewife like Rose Boyle was no match for him.

"Name your price. How much before you're willing to give up Baby Robbie's custody?" Jay casually said.

Rose felt that she was being humiliated. She was fuming mad to the point that her internal organs were bouncing within her out of fury. She glared at Jay and said, "Sir Ares, do you think your money can wipe away my love for Baby Robbie and allow you to take away his custody from me this easily?"

Jay's mesmerizing lips curved into a cunning smile. In his world, if money could not solve the problem, that only meant that the amount was not enough.

Rose's angry reaction was because she

"One billion," Jay said.

angry that her body was

I'll be frank. I don't want it even if you

as he said between clenched teeth, "Rose Boyle..." That dark and dangerous tone pulled Rose's sanity back to the present. 1 Rose realized that

with much displeasure. "Acting pure? Great. Money-wise, don't expect me to give you a single cent now. As for Baby Robbie, I'm getting him regardless." He then

she

gaze he gave her was too eerie. It was as if he was the

through her head. The prosperous City South was perfumed with the intoxicating smell of copper in every corner.

tires could be labeled as a car. The attitude of those car owners who relied

like a pathetic beggar, living at the bottom of the social

at the steps of a hotel. Because of her depressed look and messy hair, she received pittance from pedestrians. Some