The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 421 A Reckoning

There was a loud crash followed by raucous laughter on the other end of the line.

"Bank account number!" came a derisive voice.

"Hahaha... Where did you come from, fool? I'm dying from laughter!"

"You're probably only good for buying a doghouse!"

"Give me your bank account!" Nathaniel's voice was sharp, irritation evident.

The laughter subsided as the voice finally said, "Alright, alright, I'll give you my bank account! If you don't pay, I'll sue you for harassment!"

After a moment, the person provided a string of numbers. Nathaniel activated the speakerphone, and Koen promptly recorded the details on his laptop.

"Mr. Nathaniel, the account is valid. He's not joking," Koen confirmed.

"Make the transfer," Nathaniel instructed calmly.

The person on the other end seemed to find Nathaniel's demeanor unsettling.

His amusement faded as he realized the seriousness of the situation.

Soon, the laughter turned into gasps as the balance on the account began to grow.

Who are you? Can

don't have time!" Nathaniel's tone was

contract immediately! It will

shifted to a more desperate tone. It was clear that the small shop couldn't compare to the grandeur of the mansion worth 700 million

their faces drained of color, watched in horror as the numbers

the gravity

electronic contract," Koen said as he received

have him contact a lawyer in Pontenero. I want to report this to the police. Someone here violated my wife's rights through racism and a

the male staff stammered, stepping forward in a panic. "This was Jessie's fault.

bag!" Nathaniel's cold glare was

female staff stood

ours. Take the security footage and hand them over to the lawyer

their products. Since my wife can't afford it, she should at least enjoy the sound of them

last part in Pontenese, his voice dripping with

collected the security footage, and then started

through the store as perfume bottles hit the floor,

staff

watched in

The scents of various perfumes mixed in the air,

but he seemed intent on venting his

Please

he continued his destruction. His anger was palpable, yet he had sworn never to