"Mr. Qin, since your secretary is drunk, why don’t I find her a room to rest properly... As for the terms of our cooperation afterward... It’s absolutely seventy-thirty—seventy for you, thirty for ."
Qin Mu: "..."
Son of a bitch old fox...
Qin Mu looked at the man in front of him with disgust, his dark eyes brimming with fierce coldness. He swept his icy gaze straight at the man before him, then curled his lips into a mocking sneer.
"Mr. Paul, are you saying that the seventy-thirty split hinges on... this woman being yours tonight?"
Qin Mu’s words were blunt to the point. Yet Mr. Paul showed no embarrassnt—these kinds of practices were already commonplace in Europe’s business circles.
Paul’s face was plastered with a smile as he couldn’t help but speak in a lecherous tone, "Mr. Qin, you have a sharp eye. This secretary is well chosen... A fruitful partnership indeed."
Qin Mu: "..."
This man, does he truly think Mu Wan is just so object?
Qin Mu’s dark eyes brimd with an unforgiving cold aura. Then, without hesitation, he bent down and scooped the woman in his arms.
"Apologies... I have no interest in the seventy-thirty deal. However, I am rather intrigued by the Paul family’s business. How about I acquire it entirely instead?"
His tone was wild, raw. The sharp corners of his lips only added to the fear Mr. Paul felt as chills crawled down his spine.
For a mont... Paul couldn’t grasp the depth of his words.
It took him a good while to react before he stamred out, "Mr. Qin, what do you an exactly?"
"Hmm... To lay it out clearly, I plan to acquire the Paul family enterprise and drive you to bankruptcy."
Paul: "..."
Paul froze entirely, rendered speechless.
What... the hell is going on?
Mr. Qin... You...
How could... you turn on a di like this?
Just monts ago... the conversation seed to be going so well...
With an icy sneer tugging at the corner of his lips, Qin Mu regarded the man in front of him who was now scared stiff—a complete contrast to the lecherous person he’d been earlier. Since this was the end for him, Qin Mu would make sure he died understanding his mistake.
Qin Mu’s thin, faintly curved lips and chiseled features, as sharp as a Greek sculpture, were the masterpiece of the Maker.
"Paul... my woman... is soone you couldn’t even dream of coveting."
With that, Qin Mu turned and carried the drunken Mu Wan toward the door, carefully avoiding her injured right hand.
His assistant stayed behind to handle the aftermath.
"Mr. Paul... Mr. Qin was holding Mrs. Qin just now... That’s Mrs. Qin, his wife... Yes... quite unfortunate that you must have gone blind just now."
Having been at Qin Mu’s side for a long ti, his assistant had picked up on his boss’s penchant for sharp sarcasm.
At that mont, looking at Paul’s ghastly expression, he added, "Also... when Mr. Qin says he will bankrupt soone, he can usually wrap it up beautifully within three days. This ti... will be no exception. So, don’t bother with any futile resistance... That’s all. I’ll be leaving. Goodbye... Oh, wait, small acquisitions like this are usually beneath Mr. Qin. We, his underlings, handle such trivial matters... So, see you tomorrow."
Mr. Paul: "..."
What... the hell is happening?
Paul was utterly shell-shocked.
That woman just now—wasn’t she so PR staff?
She’s the famous... newlywed wife of Qin Mu?
And I... actually had the audacity to imply, right in Qin Mu’s face, that I wanted to sleep with Mrs. Qin?
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