Chapter 1577

Jerome couldn't be bothered to ask anymore. He would have to work with whatever he had got. He would decide how to proceed based on the budget Perseus gave him. After all, the latter would never ask for perfect work without giving him the necessary tools. Would he? It was similar to how one went to a massage parlor and paid for a middle-aged lady's service, but one expected a lady who was as hot as a celebrity to give him a massage. That would've been complete bull crap. "You're not getting a single penny from me." Perseus leaned on his chair and folded his feet. "After all, I started my company from scratch, and I don't exactly come from a wealthy family. I need to focus on the chip development and the accompanying system now. Do you have any idea how much money they require?" "System development doesn't cost much. I can accept that I have to pay for that, but you're not getting paid for its marketing fee. It's your responsibility to think of a way around it!" "You motherfucker!