The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 30

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“I can stay anywhere I want. It’s easy when you’re alone. Besides, I hate that house. Staying in it disgusts me,” 1 said pointedly, exaggerating how much I hated it.

The truth, however, was the complete opposite.

Everything in that house was by my design. I loved every inch of it, but nothing was more important to me than reclaiming my mother’s keepsake.

“Fine. How much do you need?”

“One million,” I claimed.

Frankly, both the furniture and the interiors should have undergone depreciation, meaning the price should have been lower.

However, I wasn’t about to play fair with this jackass–he was the one who had betrayed me first!

“I’ll give you 2,000,000 dollars,” he said, unexpectedly generous. “We’ll handle the transfer of ownership tomorrow, but you don’t have to move out right away. You can stay as long as you like.”

“I just want 1,000,000. Nothing more than that. And I’ll definitely move out as soon as possible.”

I was uncomfortable accepting his money.

What if he used me as a source of blood if his disease flared up again? It felt as though the extra million was his way of buying me as his blood bank.

by my rejection. “Tay, come on! We genuinely loved each other, didn’t we? Why

hanging up to cut short his one–man

about 1,500,000 dollars, I could probably use my company to secure a loan of 2,000,000 dollars or less from the bank. That would be enough, right?

knew my calculations

had too much money and wanted to get rid of it. They wanted to look good, so the prices of items often skyrocketed, with some selling for several times their starting price.

2,000,000 dollars. It was 13,000,000 dollars. Where was I ever

more than 1,500,000 dollars at best. I was still far

sleep that

afternoon, Edward came to

up at my

at my

up his offer. Instead,

legal ownership today, so we waited after

from a stroll with a cup of hot chocolate, handing it to me with a caring smile. “Today’s

Chapter 30:

Warm yourself with this.”

I don’t like chocolate,” I replied coldly.

hot chocolate, and he knew it. He was trying to win the over, but it was too late.

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what I remember! You love hot chocolate,” he said, sitting next to

I ignored him.

rang. He glanced at

while later, it

“Hello, what’s wrong?”