Evelyn Clayton almost laughed from anger: "Are you crazy?"
"I’m your mom, how can you talk to like that?!" Charlotte Sterling imdiately assud the motherly posture, "Transfer fifty million to , I will pay you back later. Besides, don’t forget, your dad’s watch is still with ."
Hearing Charlotte Sterling ntion her father’s relic again, Evelyn Clayton’s face on the other end of the phone turned completely gloomy.
Even though she had long given up hope on this so-called mother, hearing her repeatedly use the Lockwood Family to pour salt on her wounds, she couldn’t help but feel angry and despairing.
"I don’t have that much money. What, is The Lockwood Corporation going bankrupt?"
"Nonsense!" Philip Lockwood imdiately retorted, "The Lockwood Corporation is doing great! How could it go under? Borrowing money from you ans we have high regard for you, and we will share so of our earnings with you in the future."
"No need." Evelyn Clayton wanted to hang up.
Iris Lockwood grabbed the phone: "Evelyn Clayton, if you don’t lend us the money, I’ll smash your watch."
Evelyn Clayton sneered coldly: "Iris Lockwood, if you want to make the news tomorrow for dying miserably, I can make that happen for you."
Realizing that Evelyn Clayton responds better to persuasion than threats, Philip Lockwood quickly tried to smooth things over, "Evelyn, if you lend us fifty million, I’ll pay you according to bank interest rates."
Evelyn Clayton found it strange, as she dealt with them she also went online to check news about The Lockwood Corporation.
The Lockwood Corporation’s business wasn’t what it used to be, but it was still holding up. Why borrow so much money?
"First tell what you need the money for."
"It concerns Iris’s lifelong happiness, we can’t say it outright."
"Just one word, will you lend or not? If you lend us the money, we’ll write you an IOU, calculating it based on bank interest rates."
Does it have to do with Matthew Sullivan?
Evelyn Clayton pondered for a mont, then nodded.
"Okay."
Philip Lockwood was overjoyed, "Then we’ll complete the transaction tomorrow."
"I have conditions."
"What?"
"I don’t have fifty million, I’ll only lend you thirty million. Additionally, you must first return my dad’s watch to , so you can’t use it to threaten from ti to ti."
Iris Lockwood was reluctant, that was the only leverage they had over Evelyn Clayton. Just like that, returning it, isn’t it a loss?
But Philip Lockwood imdiately agreed: "No problem."
After the call ended, Iris Lockwood imdiately expressed her dissatisfaction: "Dad!"
"You have to sacrifice sothing to achieve your goals! If Matthew Sullivan really takes charge, do we still need to control Evelyn Clayton?" Philip Lockwood winked at her.
Only then did Iris Lockwood reluctantly agree.
After setting a ti for the funds transfer and signing the IOU the next day, Evelyn Clayton checked her account balance and savings passbook.
Together they only added up to just over twenty million; if she needed to gather more money, she would definitely need to mortgage the studio.
But the studio was a business she and Yara Reagan started together; to mortgage it, she’d need Yara Reagan’s consent.
She wasn’t sure how to discuss this with Yara Reagan.
Yara Reagan had put her entire fortune into starting this studio. What if they couldn’t recover the money after mortgaging it?
She was torn and didn’t know how to broach the subject with Yara Reagan.
Then Yara Reagan, as if sensing sothing, suddenly called her.
"Evelyn! What are you doing? Co out and have a drink with ."
Evelyn Clayton quickly agreed, changed clothes imdiately, and hurried to the bar Yara Reagan ntioned.
Before she even left her neighborhood, she saw Jas Grant’s car parked opposite the community.
The black Porsche was low-key in the darkness but still conspicuous.
Seeing her co out, Jas Grant also got out of the car and walked toward her.
Evelyn Clayton wasn’t in the mood to talk to him for long, "If you have sothing to say, hurry up, I need to go out."
Seeing her dressed in a crop top and jeans, with light makeup, Jas Grant’s expression beca subtle.
"You’re going out dressed like this?"
"What else would I wear!" Evelyn Clayton gave him a look, "I’m going to et Yara Reagan, should I dress like a nun?"
So, she was going to et Yara Reagan.
Jas Grant nodded slightly, "Do you have to go right now?"
"I’m in a hurry to borrow money, have you finished asking? I need to leave."
As Evelyn Clayton was about to hail a cab, Jas Grant stopped her.
"There’s sothing."
"What’s the matter, can you hurry up?" Evelyn Clayton frowned impatiently.
"Are you giving up the money for the project?"
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