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Chapter 312

    Chapter 312


    “Reach out to them again!” Olga thought of a person suddenly popping into her mind. “The guy who


    bought the house and shop from usst time should go check with the agent. See if they still have his


    contact info; ask if he’s still interested in buying, even if we have to knock down the price a bit.”


    As long as the other party could cough up five million to bail them out, they’d have to grit their teeth and


    take it!


    Attlee also felt a flicker of hope. Last time, the guy wired him six million in no time.


    This meant this guy was loaded, probably on par with him


    Not a regr Joe!


    “What are you still doing standing there? Make the call!” As Olga said this, she anxiously checked the


    time–only 26 minutes left!


    Attlee called the agent, who said he would have to check with the guy, so all Attlee could do was wait.


    “With only seven minutes left, why was there still no word from the agent? The guy didn’t fall asleep,


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    did he?” Olga remembered thatst time it was around this hour, the guy was about to hit the sack.


    Just then, Attlee’s phone rang. He quickly answered, “What’s the word?”


    “I told the gentleman the location and price of your eight downtown shops. He said if he can get them


    for five million, he’ll wire the money right away.”


    “Wha-? Five million?” Although Attlee was prepared for the guy to haggle, he didn’t expect the guy to


    cut the price even deeper thanst time. Eight shops, totaling sixteen million dors, and the guy


    wanted to snatch them up for just five million?


    “Agree to it; agree to it quickly. Although Olga didn’t know how much the guy was offering, at this point,


    she couldn’t care more about that. Their daughter’s reputation was at stake, and she cared a lot about


    saving face; she didn’t want to be theughingstock.


    Attlee was in agony, still hesitating. Last time, fourteen shops and four luxury houses, with a total value


    of eighteen million, ended up selling for only six million. Now, if he sells the eight shops for just five


    million.


    That meant he’d be down a total of twenty–three million!


    “Please.” Olga was desperate, pleading quietly, “We can always make more money, but reputation–


    once it’s damaged, it’s hard to regain!”


    In the end, Attlee bit the bullet and agreed.


    In thest minute, he received a notification of a five–million–dor transfer on his phone.


    Olga broke into a smile amidst her tears and quickly transferred the money to Fiona. After making the


    transfer, she tried to reach out to Fiona to let her know the money was sent, but she had already been


    blocked.


    “The Murphy family’s empire is going down because of me.” Attlee was heartbroken, covering his face


    and looking like he had aged ten years overnight.


    “Dad, I’m sorry.” This was the second time Ynda saw her dad so despondent!


    The first time was when they had to pay Melody six million. That night, Attlee was in a world of pain.


    To him, money was as important as his life.


    “Dad, I know I messed up. I’ll work hard and bring more honor to our family! I promise.


    Attlee said quietly, “I’m afraid we don’t have that much time left.”


    “Why?”


    Attlee sighed, then said, “No one’s buying our clothes; we’re not getting any new partnerships; and our


    old partners are thinking about terminating contracts. We’re almost out of properties and shops to sell!


    Everything’s going down the drain.”


    “Don’t scare yourself!” Olga pondered for a bit, then decided, “Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow! I heard


    that the olddy wakes up sometimestely, even though it’s brief. As long as she’s conscious, that’s


    good!”
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