Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 1117

Damon chuckled. "As I said, you can buy them back at market value."

Pedro's expression darkened. "Mr. Sumner, don't joke with me. You are well aware that the Wilkie Group doesn't have that kind of money right now. Name another condition-anything the Wilkie Group can do, and I'll agree to it!"

For Pedro, saying this pushed his limits. If it weren't to eliminate future risks for Theo, he would never lower himself to negotiate like this with Damon.

Damon looked at him, his tone calm but unyielding. "Mr. Wilkie, I'm not joking. I'm a businessman. I make deals to earn money. If there's no profit, why would I spend 7,000,000 dollars to buy the Wilkie Group shares from Ms. Wilkie? For fun?"

"I've already offered 8,000,000 dollars to buy back the shares. It's only been a few days, and you'd be making an easy 1,000,000 dollars. Isn't that a profit?" Pedro countered.

"Mr. Wilkie, do you take me for a fool? Even if I don't sell the shares back to you, I could sell them to anyone else for ten times that profit or more. Why would I sell them to you?" Damon retorted.

Pedro's eyes widened with rage. "Damon, do you insist on making an enemy of the Wilkies?"

Damon said calmly, "Mr. Wilkie, if you were in my shoes and owned 10% of Prospectus Technology's shares, would you sell them to me for 8,000,000 dollars?"

Pedro's face darkened. "That's a completely different situation! Don't conflate the two."

"In my view, it's exactly the same. If you want the shares, come back with a sincere offer. One million dollars more? Are you trying to shoo away a beggar?" Damon replied.

face flushed. Trembling, he abruptly stood, almost losing his balance. He struck the floor with his cane, his voice shaking

Damon replied, "I have work to do, Mr. Wilkie. I won't see you out. Take

his anger boiling over. If he stayed a moment longer, he feared he might collapse

a moment, Spencer returned to the office with coffee.

"He left," Damon answered.

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