Chapter 388
Author: Anakin Detour
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“I... I don’t have that kind of money on me,” Trent muttered, eyes darting nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead despite the hotel’s cool air. His usual arrogance had crumbled.

He stood stiff, shoulders tight with embarrassment. For once, the Iron family name couldn’t save him.

“I mean, I do have money, but not... not two hundred million.” He forced a hollow chuckle, hoping it might lighten the atmosphere. It didn’t.

Ese didn’t blink. Her expression remained cold, sharp as a blade. “So you're trying to dodge the debt?” she said, voice slow and biting.

Trent felt a chill crawl down his spine. Her gaze was like ice, and her tone cut deeper than any slap.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “How about this...” He hesitated, eyes flitting toward Brielle. “I’ll leave her here... and I’ll come back once I’ve gathered the money.”

Before anyone could react, he roughly pushed Brielle forward like she was nothing more than a ba
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