Chapter 1668

Ainsley blinked in disbelief, taken aback by just how polite Lincoln was. He opened the invoice, and the sight of the numbers hit him like a punch to the gut. "One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million… Six million dollars?" With double the compensation, that meant a total of 12 million. Ainsley glanced over at the slumped Basil, shaking his head in exasperation. "Basil, you really went off the rails this time. Your entire lifetime's salary wouldn't even come close to covering this mess," he thought to himself. Meanwhile, Chandler led the children down a quiet, deserted hallway. He suddenly stopped and turned to Lincoln, his expression serious. "Why didn't you agree when Mr. Talbot begged for mercy earlier?" "Are you actually defending him?" Lincoln asked, his confusion evident as he looked at Chandler. "Just answer me," Chandler replied, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that left no space for argument. "First of all, they're the ones who c