The Woman From Hell

A way out?

I laughed, and when I looked up at Silas, his expression was blank, dark, and filled with hostility. "Did you actually come to look for me now to seek leeway for Yard Group?"

Although Silas was calm, he definitely would not have come talk to me unless he was afraid.

Confident, I continued immediately, "You're afraid that the overly high bid because of our partnership would affect Yard Group. Even though you just said that you'll get the land in North Courts at all costs, the truth is you wouldn't take the risk. So, you're trying to get me to give up this campaign, am I right?"

Silas was slightly taken aback when he heard this. His calm expression also shifted a little as he moved his hands away from the table as if he did not want me to catch his micro-behaviors again.

"You're sure you want to fight me?" I did not expect Silas to ask such a question. I thought he would just leave in a fit of anger.

Rolling my eyes slightly, I answered, "That depends on your sincerity."

"What do you want?"

It was the first time he spoke to me in such a low voice.

It seemed that he really wanted North Courts.

I tilted my head and looked at him. "If I want to know why you have a special liking for North Courts' land, would you tell me?"

Hearing this, Silas was startled again before responding, "No."

The answer was decidedly lacking in emotion.

I shrugged and spread my hands. "Then, there's nothing to talk about."

I stood up and was about to leave when Silas' voice sounded again behind me. "Is there anything else apart from that?"

Why should I refuse him with how humbly he was asking me that?

Turning around, I smiled. "For fairness' sake, how about we share our base bids?"

"How will I know if you're telling the truth?"

"For the same reason I won't know if you are. It hinges on our sincerity." I fixed my gaze on Silas. I had a hunch that he would agree. After hesitating for a moment, Silas nodded. "Alright."

I took out a piece of paper from my bag and divided it into two pieces before handing one to Silas. "Let's write it down and fold it before giving it to each other. We can look after I leave."

"Why must it be after you leave?" Sylvester asked.

"I came alone, while there are two of you. I need to assure my safety. What happens if you're not willing to let me go after learning my base bid?" The truth was I was just worried that he and Silas would think that I was quoting a false figure after revealing my base bid. It would not be good for me to waste time here, then.

Sylvester's face filled with anger when he heard this. "Are we such people?!"

"I'm sorry, but to me, you are," I answered him without hesitation, leaving him at a loss for words.

From the side, Silas interjected, "So be it."

"Old Master Yard does indeed exude nobility. Let us begin writing, then."

I picked up the pen. Seeing Silas lowering his head, I started to write.

This price would definitely not be false, but Silas was cunning. He would definitely notice something wrong with the price I quoted. How should I write it?

Pen touching the paper, I contemplated a moment before finally writing down a figure and folding it up.

When I looked up, Silas was already done.

"I'll give the note to the bodyguard, and he'll give it to you after I leave. Give yours to him too."Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Silas did not refuse. He just stuffed the note into the bodyguard's hand. I walked to the door, gave him the note, and then left the scene immediately...