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 wanted to bargain for a

"One billion," Jay said.

that her body

Jay. "Jay Ares, I'll be frank. I don't want it even

stained with tea. His eagle eyes emitted icy frost as he said between clenched teeth, "Rose Boyle..." That dark and dangerous tone pulled Rose's sanity back to the present. 1 Rose

up and looked at Rose 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

was so angry that she kicked the

eerie. It was as if he was the grim reaper, preparing to pull her

head. The prosperous City South was perfumed

labeled as a car. The attitude of those car owners who relied heavily

was like a pathetic beggar, living at the bottom of

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