Chapter 113

Bellatrix was no math specialist, heck, she even failed math several times, but that didn't mean she couldn't figure out how much three hundred million was. It was a lot. Too much, to the point that those numbers left her speechless. "What?" She asked, staring at him like he was crazy. Cillian's didn't flinch. He simply stuffed his hands into his pocket and shifted his weight from one leg to another, staring down at her like he didn't just call a ridiculously high number. "Three hundred million dollars," He repeated, slowly this time around, as if he wanted her to clearly hear the worth of the shares she claimed she'd buy from him. Now Bellatrix, according to the Intel he'd gathered during what little time he had, had become a big glass artist. The name Astrix was plastered almost everywhere in the glass industry. She was a sensation, but not sensational enough to have a stacked fund of three hundred million dollars that she was willing to dash off. And Cillian knew that. "According to