Chapter 1564 Sixty Million
âI asked you to request for fifty million, but how much did you ask instead?â
âFive hundred million.â
âWhy did you ask for five hundred million?â Davin gritted his teeth in anger.
Harry laughed naively. âI assumed that you would give me two hundred thousand if you got fifty million. Then, wouldnât you give me four hundred thousand if you got a hundred million? And so you would give me two million if I manage to get five hundred million. Mr. Davin, donât be stingy with two million. The two million Iâm asking for canât even compare to the five hundred million youâll be getting.â
âYour greed ruined my plan. I didnât even dare to ask for five hundred million. How dare you?â
âTell me. Perhaps your family owns a gold mine? Or is your father a wealthy millionaire?â
Stunned by Davinâs question, he looked at Davin hesitantly. âMr. Davin, I-I simply wanted a bit more.â
âWanted a bit more? Did you think what you asked for is simply a bit more? You-! Whatever! I donât want to waste my breath with you. Go inside and negotiate for fifty million. If youâre successful, then Iâll let this matter go. If not, Iâll have you be a gigolo and get my money back with you entertaining those wealthy women.â
The bulky figures of those wealthy women started to pop up in his mind. Worried his body wouldnât be able to withstand the torture from those women and ruined his body. He couldnât let that happen because he didnât have a wife yet. He still needed to pass on his family line, so he definitely didnât want to be a gigolo.
He swallowed the knot in his throat. âIâll negotiate with him. Iâll do it now, and Iâll get it done even though I have to treat him respectfully like heâs my grandfather.â
âAre you dumb? He wonât even negotiate with you if you start treating him respectfully. Donât even expect to get ten million. Well, you might as well cut him and make him realize his life is very important!â
Harry pondered Davinâs words briefly and realized his words made sense. âUnderstood, Mr. Davin. Iâll make sure to get it done properly.â
He then spun around, heading for the room. Once he reached the door, he took out a dagger.
Desmond felt the murderous vibe from Harry and snorted, âWhat? Are you planning to kill me because I didnât agree to five hundred million? Go ahead and kill me then. Youâre not going to get anything with me dead.â
âYouâre a coward. A mere five hundred million stunned you to such a state. Havenât you bragged about how ten million was nothing to you earlier? Your words were nothing.â
Desmond looked up at him. âI did brag about ten million, but thatâs the extent. I canât give you any more than that.â
âFine, letâs talk. You considered five hundred million to be too much while I considered ten million to be too little. How about we each take a step back and compromise for a hundred million?â
Desmond rolled his eyes at his suggestion. âI donât have that much.â
âEighty million?â
Desmond sneered coldly, âI donât have that much!â
âSixty million.â
Desmond retorted determinedly, âNope!â
Harry knew Desmond wouldnât relent without a push.
He raised his hand with the dagger and stabbed into Desmondâs thigh ruthlessly. Desmond yelled at the sudden stabbing pain.
âWhy are you shouting? If you donât even have sixty million, I might as well kill you. Each stab equates to ten thousand. Stabbing you six thousand times should ensure you being dead.â
He pulled out his dagger from Desmondâs thigh as he said. As he was about to stab again, Desmond stopped him. âNo! Donât!â
âYou choose between money and your life!â
âCan you reduceâ¦â
âNo! Didnât you say earlier about how money means nothing to you? Sixty million is a good price. Iâm not accepting anything lower than that.â
Desmond was dumbstruck by his words.
Noting Desmondâs reluctance, he stabbed the formerâs thigh again. Desmond let out another painful scream. âNo! Donât stab me anymore! Fine, sixty million then!â
Glee filled Harry. âIsnât it better if you had agreed sooner?â
I should have stopped yapping and just stabbed him in the first place. I even got ten million more than Mr. Davin anticipated. Would Mr. Davin give me more in turn?
Davin glanced at Desmondâs bloody thigh nervously. I didnât imagine Harry to be so ruthless. He didnât even blink as he stabbed Desmond. He might prove to be useful.