"Since we’ve reached this point in the conversation, why don’t we have an open and honest talk?" Irene Spencer slowly exhaled a bluish smoke ring, "I can help you break up Kris Cooper and Vera Wave, but I want this amount!"

She slowly stretched out a palm.

"Fifty million!"

There’s no hope for the Imperial Visuals contract, she’s already completely offended Kris Cooper, who’s practically in cahoots with Kenton Maverick. There’s no future for her in this circle anymore.

Rather than continue like this, she might as well bow out while she can.

With these people’s savings, plus his fifty million, she’ll have enough to live extravagantly for the rest of her life. She can find a nice scenic country in Europe to start over.

Nathan Leafcastle gently tapped his fingers on the armrest, "What method do you have?"

Irene Spencer smiled, "This kind of thing is more your specialty!"

Fingers tapping the armrest, Nathan Leafcastle stood up.

"Deal!"

Irene Spencer stood up, "What about my money?!"

Nathan Leafcastle paused, turned around.

"Once you draft up a plan and give it to me, I’ll pay you half. After it’s done, I’ll pay the other half."

Watching his back, Irene Spencer stepped forward.

"There’s one thing I still don’t understand."

"Miss Spencer, please ask."

"What do you see in her?"

This question truly puzzled Irene Spencer.

She had known Vera Wave for so long and, in her view, Vera was completely useless. Why did Kris Cooper and Nathan Leafcastle both like her?

"Is it that you men all like those kinds of foolish women?"

Nathan Leafcastle took a small breath, his black eyes squinting with displeasure.

"Miss Spencer, please watch your language."

He chose to work with her only because of her status and the entanglements with Kris Cooper. He would never allow anyone to insult the person he held dear in his heart.

Irene Spencer shrugged, secretly rolling her eyes.

"I’ll give you an answer within three days."

Indeed, no matter how strong a man is, they’re all idiots when it comes to emotions. Kris Cooper had her yet still liked Vera Wave, Nathan Leafcastle too, having someone like Sally Dalton yet opting for a fallen aristocrat.

"A bunch of fools!" she muttered through gritted teeth, "Someday, I’ll make you all realize the cost of underestimating Irene Spencer."

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That night, Kris Cooper stayed true to his word.

He not only took the earliest flight back to Imperial City but also brought the Vanora snacks she specifically asked for. When the steamed buns were taken out of the insulated box, they were still warm, perfect for a midnight snack for someone hungry.

Vera Wave unceremoniously pinched out a bun and took a bite, breaking into a mischievous smile.

"Didn’t you say you had to kneel on the keyboard? Why didn’t you go?"

Kris Cooper smiled, squinting at her, "I’m admitting my mistake with such a good attitude, can we skip the keyboard?"

"No way."

"Kneel it is!" He stood up tall and started walking toward the study room, "Should I kneel?"

Vera Wave ate her bun.

"Should I really kneel?"

Vera Wave continued eating her bun.

"Honey!" Kris Cooper came back out with a keyboard, "This is the Italian handmade keyboard from Andre, fifteen thousand each, am I really kneeling?!"

Vera Wave stuffed the bun in her mouth and kept chewing, while Kris Cooper walked over, pushed her down on the bed with one hand.

"You little brat, all you know is eating. Your husband is going to kneel on the keyboard, and you don’t even look up!"

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Good night, Little Princess~!~