There was silence from the other side, no response.
Christopher’s calm and indifferent expression grew colder in the silence, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of gloom, "What, Doctor Smith is unwilling?"
Charles Smith closed the dical record in his hand and spoke softly, "Is it the price that is unsatisfactory?"
"No, we don’t want to sell anymore."
"But I’ve already signed a contract with Miss Norton, and the deposit has been paid." Charles Smith habitually referred to Miss Norton, seemingly to avoid associating with the "Alia Garcia" the other party ntioned.
"I said I am willing to pay a penalty fee."
"But Mr. Hart shouldn’t be able to protect himself right now, can he have the money to pay the penalty?"
Christopher’s eyes darkened, "You know ?"
"Miss Norton ntioned it yesterday."
Is that really the case?
For so reason, knowing that the other person was aware of his identity made Christopher defensively anxious—feeling that things were not simple.
"Mr. Hart, my father really likes that courtyard, and our offer is much higher than the market price, so sorry, I cannot agree to your request."
Christopher’s face clearly showed displeasure.
He rarely gets directly refused when negotiating with people, even over the phone, his pride feels slighted.
But now he’s no longer the Christopher who could turn situations with ease.
And the other party is equally prestigious.
So for Alia, even if he feels embarrassed, he suppresses his temper.
"Doctor Smith, this courtyard holds a special significance for my wife, she sold it reluctantly to help , which I wasn’t inford about beforehand. If I had known, I would never, under any circumstances, have allowed her to sell the courtyard."
"Your love is deep, quite touching. But as I said, it’s my father who likes this courtyard, I can’t make the decision. Apologies."
Charles Smith’s speech was always courteous, his tone soft, making it hard for Christopher to express his anger.
After a pause, he reluctantly asked, "May I speak with your father?"
"My father is abroad, not convenient to contact for now."
"When will he return to the country?"
Charles Smith originally didn’t want to disclose this but figured with this person’s status, it’s probably not hard to trace to his father’s whereabouts, so he truthfully answered, "Should be as soon as this Friday."
Today is Tuesday, which ans—three days more.
And in the contract between this Doctor Smith and Alia, it is clearly agreed that the balance paynt is due tomorrow.
Christopher observed this person who skillfully handled the situation, thought that further discussion was futile, so he expressed thanks and hung up the phone.
As far as he knew, Mandrake Group has many subsidiaries, and there is a factory in River City, it shouldn’t be difficult to find Thomas Smith’s public contact information.
But he didn’t expect that Charles Smith would hang up the phone and imdiately tell Alia Garcia about it.
"What? He called you?" Alia Garcia, who just arrived at the company, was surprised by the news, stopping in her tracks.
"Yes, I refused him, but he is likely to seek out my father."
Alia Garcia was alard at hearing this!
Selling the courtyard at a high price of one billion was lucky! If he persuades them and returns the courtyard—they’ll lose one billion again!
This guy...
He clearly agreed with her yesterday, turns out he was pretending sincerity and false obedience! It’s infuriating!
But she doesn’t want to quarrel with Christopher right now.
Firstly, the stock market is about to open soon, and he must be too occupied to attend to other matters.
Secondly, arguing won’t solve issues, it’ll just damage their relationship.
After a brief contemplation, she imdiately said, "Doctor Smith, I have an unreasonable request, could you pay the balance today in advance? My brother told that yesterday you went to transfer the property but lacked one docunt. He’ll go to complete it by this morning, if no accidents occur, the transfer can be finalized in the afternoon, ensuring no delay for you."
Charles Smith pondered slightly.
"I know this request is unreasonable, but I need to settle this before Christopher intervenes, then he can’t stop it."
"It’s not that I don’t agree, but I can’t gather such a large amount of money today."
"Oh..." Alia Garcia finds herself in a dilemma.
"Maybe you wait a bit, I’ll coordinate with friends, and get back to you later."
"Alright, thank you!"
After hanging up the phone, Alia Garcia felt uneasy.
She really wanted to call Christopher and tell him to stop ddling in this matter, but worried they might end up arguing again.
Back at the company, she completed the final handover with Tia’s team and bid farewell to her colleagues, feeling sowhat lancholic.
Snow Fitch sent a WhatsApp ssage, upon clicking, it turned out to be a news article regarding the hazardous materials leak in the highway tunnel from yesterday.
She hadn’t had a chance to look in more detail before Snow sent a voice ssage: "Turns out Doctor Smith was also caught up in the accident yesterday; he assisted the 120 ergency response team at the scene, helping many injured people."
Not even finished listening to this, Snow sent another voice ssage, her tone evidently swooning.
"Ahhh, did you see? Soone online captured him, he’s so charming, irresistibly charming! Kneeling to save others, so handso! What they call an angel in white, that’s him in the flesh!"
Alia Garcia: "..."
With Snow’s description, she beca curious, sliding her finger down the screen to find an onsite rescue news article.
Upon clicking in, Charles Smith indeed appeared in the photos.
He kneeled down, performing CPR on an unconscious patient, his posture professional and precise.
Scrolling further, surprisingly there was a short video about a dozen seconds long, showing him kneeling while performing CPR, clearing the patient’s mouth of debris, then leaning in for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
One must admit, healthcare providers are truly comndable.
In the comnts section below, many prayed for the patient’s peace and safety, while so untily focused on Charles Smith’s handso appearance.
The top-comnted note was from the editor, stating that the identity of the "kind-hearted person" assisting healthcare was confird to be a certain hospital’s orthopedic surgeon, young but excelling in dical skills, recognized highly in the industry.
Alia Garcia was surprised, admiration for Charles Smith gushes out.
It seems her first impression was indeed gravely mistaken.
He wasn’t only handso, with good manners, but also skilled in dicine, with a benevolent heart indeed!
She couldn’t help but reply to her friend: "Snow, I support you to pursue him! Such a quality guy, hard to find even with a lantern! Go for it!"
Right after sending the voice ssage, her phone rang again, and it was the very person she was just praising!
"Hello, Doctor Smith."
"Yes, it’s ..." The man spoke warmly, with a smile, "I can pay the full amount today, around noon I should gather enough."
Alia Garcia was extrely delighted, standing up in excitent: "Great, thank you! Thank you so much! I’ll ask my brother if he can complete the missing docunts this morning, are you available in the afternoon? If so, let’s go to the public service center to handle the transfer procedures then!"
Hearing her speak so excitedly, Charles Smith said enviously: "Mr. Hart is really fortunate."
Uh... She found it hard to respond to that, could only smile quietly.
"I’m available after four this afternoon."
"Great, I’m also available, I’ll personally accompany you to handle the transfer this afternoon."
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