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.

are you? Can we meet

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

contract immediately! It will take

desperate tone. It was clear that the

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

realizing the gravity of the

sent the electronic contract," Koen said as

a lawyer in Pontenero. I want to report this

is a misunderstanding... Please, let me explain," the male staff stammered, stepping forward in a panic. "This was Jessie's

bag!"

female staff stood

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

destroy all their products. Since my wife can't afford it, she should at least enjoy

last part in Pontenese, his voice

store, collected the security footage, and then started to dismantle

echoed through the store as perfume bottles hit the floor, bursting into

staff screamed

watched in stunned

was happening. The scents of various perfumes mixed in the air, creating an

but he seemed intent on venting

Nathaniel! Please stop!"

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