Chapter 247 “Dude. He's saying that he'll consider buying it only if it's six million. Otherwise, he’s off to bed” “Say what? Six million?” Attlee was almost jumping out of his skin.
“Yes, if it's six million, he'll pay in full. Otherwise, he’s calling it a night.” Attlee was fit to be tied. Just when he was about to say ‘no deal’, Olga fell to her knees, pleading quietly, “Six million is okay. As long as we have a glimmer of hope, we're not dead in the water.” The clock was ticking; it was already 11:55 p.m.
With a heavy heart, Attlee gritted his teeth and said, “Sold!” “Thank God!” The agent heaved a sigh of relief and quickly arranged the deal.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBy 11:58 p.m., Attlee’s phone pinged with a transfer of six million.
“Quick, transfer the money to that girl.” Olga hurriedly said, “Time is running out!” Holding back tears, Attlee transferred the money just as the clock struck midnight.
Olga and Yolanda quickly checked online. No news. Arabella didn’t blow the whistle on the plagiarism! They could finally breathe easy.
Attlee, however, was distraught. The property, initially worth eighteen million, had been sold for only six million! What a rip-off! He held his head in his hands in utter despair.
Olga knew they still had a debt of five million to repay and would have to sell more properties.
She moved to comfort Attlee, saying, “It's all for our daughter. After all, she's had a tough life out there for eighteen years.
Consider this compensation for her.” “I'm sorry, mom and dad, it's my fault.” Yolanda teared up and apologized.
Seeing her tear—stained face, Attlee couldn't bear to blame her further. He simply said, ‘Remember, if it's not yours, don't take it, okay?” “Dad, I've learned my lesson. If it's not mine, | won't take it,” Yolanda said, biting her lip, her heart filled with hate for Arabella.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust then, her phone rang.
She initially thought it was Zachary Panter, as he hadn't called her for three days.
The moment she answered, her expression changed. “What? You're QY’s customer service? You're working so late? 24/7? Why are you calling me?” “Our customer service is indeed 24/7. You wore a QY dress, jewelry, and high heels at the award ceremony” “Because you plagiarized someone else's work, you've seriously damaged our brand, and you've been blacklisted. If you wear our products in the future, we'll sue you.” “You're saying what? Hello? Hello?” Yolanda thought she heard wrong. Before she could ask for clarification, the call ended.
1§8§38© Then her phone buzzed with a text message saying she'd been blacklisted by the brand and was no longer eligible to wear QY products.
“What happened?” Olga vaguely heard their conversation.
“Mom, somehow Arabella got QY to blacklist me! They said | tarnished their brand!” Yolanda cried out in frustration.
Why? She'd already lost so much money and endured so much embarrassment in front of her parents, boyfriend, and the public.
Wasn't that enough? Now she was blacklisted by QY? That was way over the top! “It's just a brand; what's the big deal? They even called to tell you. They're just trying to rub it in!” Olga was fuming. “A big international brand is picking on a customer. What's the point?”