Chapter 247


    “Dude. He’s saying that he’ll consider buying it only if it’s six million. Otherwise, he’s off to bed”


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    “Say what? Six million?” Attlee was almost jumping out of his skin.


    “Yes, if it’s six million, he’ll pay in full. Otherwise, he’s calling it a night.”


    Attlee was fit to be tied. Just when he was about to say ‘no deal‘, Olga fell to her knees, pleading


    quietly, “Six million is okay. As long as we have a glimmer of hope, we’re not dead in the water.”


    The clock was ticking; it was already 11:55 p.m.


    With a heavy heart, Attlee gritted his teeth and said, “Sold!”


    “Thank God!” The agent heaved a sigh of relief and quickly arranged the deal.


    By 11:58 p.m., Attlee’s phone pinged with a transfer of six million.


    “Quick, transfer the money to that girl.” Olga hurriedly said, “Time is running out!”


    Holding back tears, Attlee transferred the money just as the clock struck midnight.


    Olga and Ynda quickly checked online. No news. Arabe didn’t blow the whistle on the giarism!


    They could finally breathe easy.


    Attlee, however, was distraught. The property, initially worth eighteen million, had been sold for only six


    million!


    What a rip–off!


    He held his head in his hands in utter despair.


    Olga knew they still had a debt of five million to repay and would have to sell more properties.


    She moved tofort Attlee, saying, “It’s all for our daughter. After all, she’s had a tough life out there


    for eighteen years. Consider thispensation for her.”


    “I’m sorry, mom and dad, it’s my fault.” Ynda teared up and apologized.


    Seeing her tear–stained face, Attlee couldn’t bear to me her further. He simply said, ‘Remember, if


    it’s not yours, don’t take it, okay?”


    “Dad, I’ve learned my lesson. If it’s not mine, I won’t take it,” Ynda said, biting her lip, her heart filled


    with hate for Arabe.


    Just then, her phone rang.


    She initially thought it was Zachary Panter, as he hadn’t called her for three days.


    The moment she answered, her expression changed. “What? You’re QY’s customer service? You’re


    working sote? 24/7? Why are you calling me?” “Our customer service is indeed 24/7. You wore a QY


    dress, jewelry, and high heels at the award ceremony”


    “Because you giarized someone else’s work, you’ve seriously damaged our brand, and you’ve been


    cklisted. If you wear our products in the future, we’ll sue you.”


    “You’re saying what? Hello? Hello?” Ynda thought she heard wrong. Before she could ask for


    rification, the call ended.


    :


    Then her phone buzzed with a text message saying she’d been cklisted by the brand and was no


    longer eligible to wear QY products.


    “What happened?” Olga vaguely heard their conversation.


    “Mom, somehow Arabe got QY to cklist me! They said I tarnished their brand!” Ynda cried out


    in frustration.


    Why? She’d already lost so much money and endured so much embarrassment in front of her parents,


    boyfriend, and the public. Wasn’t that enough? Now she was cklisted by QY? That was way over


    the top!


    “It’s just a brand; what’s the big deal? They even called to tell you. They’re just trying to rub it in!” Olga


    was fuming. “A big international brand is picking on a customer. What’s the point?”