The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 150

I took my seat and crossed my legs, making a reassuring gesture. “Now, now. Calm down. Sit down, and we can have a good, slow talk.”

She shot me the mother of all glares. She was clearly not in the mood for a “good, slow talk,” but she was at a disadvantage.

Cherry ordered a cup of hot chocolate and whispered, “I should stay with you.”

She was worried that Cameron might suddenly attack me and wanted to stick by my side for support.

I sipped my hot chocolate. “So, what is it?”

Cameron had already finished about half of her coffee. She Hesitated for a moment before blurting out, “We’re out of money. Give us 7,000,000 dollars.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like a moron to you?”

“Don’t pretend, Taylor. We know you’re rich. 7,000,000 dollars is nothing to you. If you refuse, then return those shares you own. Sell them to me!”

What makes you think you can command me like that? Because you’re my stepmom? Or

in jail, and not even Edward could get him a lawyer who could get him out! Isn’t that enough

had time to work on this? That meant our annulment could get

lending a hand again. Then why don’t you ask

him back

me thinking you wouldn’t have to pay back

this mess! And you’re his daughter–we have every right to demand your money and

tiredly. “Sorry, no can

suddenly spread her arms wide, blocking my path. “Not so fast!”

my seat and took another sip of hot

but you have to give us what used to be your dad’s! Those

“Nope. I didn’t ask for them–he gave them to

was

“Oh, was it?

had the real one with you

real one to pieces,” I said, weaving a bald–faced lie right to her face. “I