Chapter 297 I Don't Make Threats

• "I'm not as wealthy as you might assume. So, Sam, could you do me a favor and speak to Finley for me? Ask him to honor the original contract price."
• Samantha's eyes narrowed as she gazed at Noah, who stood before her with a demeanor so brazen it was almost laughable. Her face betrayed her disdain. Can he muster a shred of dignity?
• She had just spoken with crystal clarity—Finley was a man of his word. If he stated that the price was fifty billion dollars, then it was firmly set at fifty billion. Not a penny less. No room for negotiation. That was the final word.