Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 792 Excessively Demanding

I saw a remote control that looked like a car key in his hand. I didn't know what it was, but judging from his expression, it was certainly not good.

A remote control? My eyes widened, and my heart raced. He must have seen the tension in my eyes.

Looking even more smug, he asked, "Do you know what this is?"

A second later, he said, "Boom."

I immediately felt my scalp tingling. I thought of everyone in the banquet hall at this moment.

"What do you want to discuss?" I steadied my emotions, staring at the man.

"Haha... you're quite bold. What to discuss? Money." He said brazenly, "Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food. Aren't you doing the project for the new city in Bourdamun for money? You're quite audacious, daring to take on this job and stirring things up. Let's spill some blood for it."

His words left me dizzy. He mentioned me stirring things up, which could only mean he was associated with Nelson. That couldn't exclude the possibility of Denton.

I discreetly stepped backward, but he remained still, watching me. It was as if he was observing a mouse in a cage, completely fearless.

"Are you scared? I can let you go, but as soon as you step away from that door, I'll make the restaurant on the second-floor turn into ashes. Young lady, what do you think that scene will be like?"

I stopped, looking at him angrily, "Since you want to talk about money, go ahead. What is your purpose?"

"Hahaha, I like how direct you are." The man laughed triumphantly, "It seems like you've found a big backer, and that's why you could speak that way."

"Cut the nonsense. State your price." I coldly looked at him and took a calm step forward. The situation was what it was. The more fearful I seemed, the more arrogant he became.

"Alright. To settle today's matter, cough up 600 million dollars...."

"What?" I disdainfully looked at him, "600 million? You must be out of your

Rend. If you want to extort

money, at least be reasonable. Tell w

who sent you?"

His words left me furious.

"Who sent me is not important. What's important is that you cough up 600 million and not a penny less. Otherwise, today, I'll turn this place into rubble."

The man became agitated when he

saw me refute him. "You're planning

to build a new city, right? Well, I' help you dismantle this place Consider it the first shot of your groundbreaking."

"I think you're insane. Are you crazy for money?"

"Yes, I am crazy." he declared. "It seems you don't understand the dire situation you're in. Let me show you the consequences of negotiating with me." With that, he suddenly reached into his pocket. There was a deafening explosion before I could react to what he was doing, and I felt the platform shaking.

Below, cries of shock filled the air. Soon, a cloud of smoke rose to the platform, carrying a burnt smell. Chaos erupted downstairs.

My heart jumped to my throat, and my legs trembled. I had no idea what had exploded, but important people and my loved ones were in the hall below. "That's what you get for negotiating with me." He laughed maniacally. "The next target is the building. How about it? Young lady, hm?"

Holding the remote control, he

advanced towards me step by step. Sinister gleams flickered in his eyes. I stepped back, and he warned me, "Don't move. If you take a step, you'll bear the consequences."

"Looks like you're courting death. If you want money, just come straight to me." Just then, a cold voice rang out behind me.

I knew who had come, but amid the relief, nervousness crept in. I turned around and shouted to Atlas, "Notify the people below to evacuate."

As I turned to run toward Atlas, the man moved faster, grabbing me and pulling me into his arms. He swiftly turned my arm and held it tightly.

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