Love At The Wrong Table

Elena could tell the great Samuel had given in.

Samuel knew nothing good would come out of it if he

kept fighting Emmanuel. Hence, he wanted to find an

excuse to give in.

In other words, Samuel was just a paper tiger. As the

saying went, the more one owned, the greater the fear

of losing everything. They were no longer the same

person when they had nothing.

Emmanuel, on the other hand, was giving everything

he had because he had nowhere to turn to.

He was no fool, either. He quickly questioned without

hesitation, “So, what do you want to do, Mr. Webber?”

Sheldon was currently trembling with excitement.

It looks like this matter can really be resolved.

To him, the sense of accomplishment was better than

getting the commission. He had no regrets about

risking his life to come here with Emmanuel that day.

After all, he could return and boast about dealing with

such an important event for half of his lifetime.

“We’re not occupying this land by force. We just want

to take back our friends‘ hard–earned money. As long

as Terence Group is willing to pay the wages owed by

the previous owner, I swear to tell them to leave.”

Samuel was great with his words, too.

Knowing all the other party wanted was money,

Emmanuel asked impassively, “How much?”

Samuel responded boldly, “Five million.”

Emmanuel instantly burst out laughing. “Do you think

I’m stupid? What kind of salary costs five million? Did

you think I didn’t know only about ten people are

ex–employees of the factory while the others are just

unemployed hooligans? Their salary combined is only

about a hundred thousand per month. What you’re

asking for is about five years‘ worth of salary. Are they

fools? Why continue working for a boss who owes

them five years‘ worth of salary?”

The data eluded Samuel from words. He would have

killed Emmanuel if not for his fear of losing to the latter.

“Are you saying you’re refusing to pay and want us to

leave?”

“Hold on. Let me ask the boss.”

No matter how fierce Samuel was, Emmanuel would

not give in so easily.

If one did not know better, one would easily mistake

Emmanuel for bullying the group of people.

Samuel looked so grim, as if he could lose his temper

at any time. The sight of that made Elena shudder.

After all, a man with hundreds of subordinates was

being suppressed by one man.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel gave Mackenzie a call.

She was rushing over when she heard her phone ring.

Seeing it was a call from Emmanuel, she felt oddly

relieved.

He’s still alive.

Even so, she answered it nervously, worried Emmanuel

was calling for help.

The moment she heard Emmanuel’s words, her eyes

widened in surprise. “What? Mr. Webber only needs five

million to leave?”

That amount was nothing to Terence Group as

compared to the profit they would earn from the

project in the future.

She would have agreed to it with no hesitation if

Samuel had proposed that earlier.

“Yes. I’ll continue negotiating with them if you’re not

willing to pay.”

Emmanuel did not think Terence Group should pay for

that. Hence, he guessed Mackenzie would object.

“Okay. I’ll accept that.”

To his surprise, she instantly agreed to it. She even

reminded Emmanuel not to anger Samuel further.

Emmanuel furrowed his brows after hanging up.

He was only pretending to look troubled. If he agreed

to the proposal too quickly, Samuel and the others

would think they could still raise the amount.

Sure enough, Samuel thought the outcome was not in

their favor by just looking at Emmanuel’s face. He, too,

did not want to keep fighting with someone as

stubborn as Emmanuel. Thus, Samuel negotiated,

“Three million if you insist on being calculative. My

friends‘ time is precious, too. If Terence Group is not

even willing to pay three million, then let’s stop

collaborating.”

With that, he slammed his hand on the table.

Clearly, he was at his limits.

After all, money was the motivation for them to be

involved in that industry.

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Emmanuel continued to frown. Deep down, he was

relieved to have helped save two million for his wife’s

company. This should be enough to prove my worth.

Still, he faked a sigh.