It was the first time anyone had dared to act this cocky on his turf. The kid had guts, that much was clear. If he could bring someone like that over to his side, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“You can have the bracelet,” Aloys said, locking eyes with Anthony, his words slow and deliberate. “But I have two conditions.”
“Let’s hear it.”
Anthony leaned back in his chair, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. His eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable.
“First, I want the seven billion back.”
Give it back? Hans nearly rolled his eyes out of his head. Charlotte had spent a grueling ten minutes winning that seven billion, and now this guy wanted it handed over? The audacity was unreal.
“Second, I want that girl to fight in a boxing match for me.”
Hans couldn’t help but roll his eyes again, his fists clenched tight. Money and the girl? No one was buying that “boxing match” excuse. It was a setup, plain and simple.
“Do these two things, and the bracelet’s yours.” Aloys placed the bracelet in the middle of the table, then looked up at Anthony. “Think it over, Mr. X.”
“No need to think about it.”
Anthony crossed his legs, lounging in his chair like he had all the time in the world. He barely glanced at the bracelet before letting out a soft scoff. “I’m not doing either.”


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