Chapter 1742

"Don't go, Mr. Vanderpool! If you're not satisfied with the terms, we can negotiate further. 20% or even 25% is possible." Helen pretended to get up and chase after Thorley, but he didn't listen at all. Seeing him walk out of the door, she smiled and turned to shrug at Chandler. "Oh no, the deal fell through. What should we do?" Chandler got up and walked over, wrapping his arm around her slender waist and pulling her into his embrace. "Isn't this exactly what you want, Mrs. Newton?" Chandler playfully scratched his chin. "You too." From then on, Chandler and Helen had become the miserly and greedy businessmen in Thorley's eyes. … In the evening, Adrian returned home and pushed open the door with an exquisite gift bag. Upon entering, he saw Georgia sitting in the living room. Her assistants were scattered in various corners of the room. Ursula sat stiffly on a sofa next to Georgia, constantly casting Adrian furtive glances. No one would visit without a reason. Adrian knew that