Jean Nash stood in place, opened her mouth, but couldn’t say anything.
Nolan Nash walked past her, snorted coldly, finding this cousin quite displeasing to the eye.
The eyes of the other Nash family mbers were also on her, their gaze like daggers stabbing into her heart.
In the eyes of everyone in the Nash family, she had undoubtedly beco a sinner.
Jean Nash stood there for a while until everyone had left, only then did she unclench her fist, finding her palm full of sweat.
This old house was where she had lived as a child, back then her grandfather always told her stories of their ancestors, she never expected that for the sake of Nolan, the good-for-nothing grandson, the Old Master would actually sell the old house.
Jean Nash found it both infuriating and amusing, tugged at the corner of her mouth, and directly walked out the door, not going upstairs to communicate with the Old Master.
She really had no face to ask Hugo Quinn for money again, if the Old Master truly intended to sell the old house, then so be it.
But just as she was stepping out the doorway, the butler stopped her.
"Miss, aren’t you going to go upstairs and see the Old Master? The Old Master hasn’t been in good spirits recently, can’t sleep at night, I know you feel bad too, thinking that the Old Master favors sons over daughters, but the Old Master has his difficulties. When the Young Master Nash was little, he ate the Old Master’s pastries and almost died, he was rescued on the operating table for three days before pulling through, soone had poisoned those pastries, if the Old Master had eaten them, he would have died long ago, so Young Master Nash suffered that misfortune for him. That’s why for so many years, he has been cleaning up after Young Master Nash, otherwise, given the Old Master’s upright nature, how could he have indulged him for so many years."
The butler’s face was full of helplessness, slowly withdrawing his hand.
Jean Nash’s heart shook, she had not known about this, the Old Master never said a word.
"Miss Nash, even if you don’t plan to ask President Quinn for that five billion, at least go up and see the Old Master, among all of us, he’s the one who feels the most pain over selling the old house."
Jean Nash finally dropped her shoulders, turned and walked upstairs.
Arriving at the Old Master’s study, she knocked on the door, and upon hearing "co in" from inside, she imdiately pushed open the door and walked in.
"Grandpa."
She called out, feeling a bit guilty, just now she had thought the Old Master was partial to Nolan, so she harbored so resentnt in her heart.
"So you’re here, huh, I thought you would storm off in anger, asking you to go borrow money from Hugo Quinn was my fault, since you plan to marry him, you must have your dignity too, I respect you, Jean, you’ve always made feel assured since you were little, it’s alright."
The Old Master took a sip of tea, his lips still sowhat chapped.
Jean Nash stood for a while, suddenly biting her lip.
"Grandfather, I will still go to Hugo Quinn, the Nash family’s house cannot be sold, I will find a way."
The Old Master slowly placed the teacup on the table, coughing several tis.
"No need, I’ve already decided to sell it, it’s alright, I will personally apologize to our ancestors when the ti cos."
Jean Nash shook her head, holding his hand.
"This is what I’m doing for the Nash family, Grandpa, your health isn’t good, rest well, I’ll go talk to Hugo Quinn about this tomorrow."
A touch of emotion flickered in the Old Master’s eyes, "Then I’ll trouble you."
Grandeur Group.
Even though it was now night, there were still lights on inside.
Hugo Quinn and Lan Yancy sat in the office, lightly flipping through docunts.
"CEO, it has already been settled, Nolan owes five billion, the Nash family wishes to pay it by themselves, their only option is to sell the old Nash house, Jean Nash has deep feelings for the Old Master, won’t let him be so troubled, if I’m not mistaken, she’ll co looking for you tomorrow, then the boss can negotiate terms with her again."
All this was orchestrated by Lan Yancy, and he had predicted the path the Nash family would take.
Hugo Quinn’s lips curved into a smile, he intended to gradually strip Jean Nash of all her advantages.
Tomorrow, what kind of deal would she propose to get the money from him?
Lan Yancy saw the expression on his face and couldn’t help but remark, the CEO is indeed the CEO, not a penny lost, and managed to let Jean Nash suffer such a setback.
"Lan Yancy, don’t let anyone know about this matter."
Hugo Quinn stood up, feeling entirely at ease.
As long as the matter was resolved, he could bring Eleanor Hollis back ho, after all this ti, that woman must have suffered greatly.
"Got it, President."
Hugo Quinn returned to the villa, Jean Nash had already co back, her room was still lit, he wondered what she was thinking about.
Raising an eyebrow, Hugo Quinn went into his own room, calmly waiting for tomorrow to co.
Early the next morning, Jean Nash was already seated on the sofa, sitting properly waiting for his arrival.
Her hands were placed on her knees, fidgeting slightly.
Hugo Quinn waited for her to speak, not even planning to go to the office.
"Hugo Quinn, could you give another five billion."
In the end, she still spoke up.
A glint of surprise flashed in Hugo Quinn’s eyes, finding her request a bit odd.
"Jean Nash, if I recall correctly, just a few days ago you took twenty billion from to save your friend. Even though I agreed to call off the wedding, it seems like I didn’t gain anything, as the public still thinks we’re a couple. Now you’re asking for five billion more, so I’m curious to know what you plan to offer in exchange this ti."
Jean Nash felt very humiliated by his words, she was the granddaughter of Grand General Nash, having grown up without lacking anything and always held in high regard, she was not used to speaking so lowly to anyone.
She never thought there would co a day when she couldn’t raise her head because of money.
She pressed her lips together, her hand tightly clenched.
"I will tell you a secret, a secret about Marcus, I believe this secret is important to both you and Eleanor Hollis, and its value far exceeds five billion."
Hugo Quinn looked at her with skepticism, his face displaying not much in the way of emotion.
Jean Nash, fearing he would refuse, hurriedly added.
"Trust , once you know this secret, you will definitely think it’s worth five billion, with the Nash family in trouble now, I wouldn’t lie to you."
Hugo Quinn nodded, his lips curving into a smile.
"Alright, I’ll call the company’s finance departnt right away."
Jean Nash breathed a sigh of relief, though feeling imnsely unwilling, knowing that with this secret, Hugo Quinn would only rember Eleanor Hollis more.
Soon, she received a notification from her bank, showing that the money had been deposited.
Her tense nerves finally relaxed, her head bowed slightly.
Hugo Quinn set down the cup in his hand, his gaze gentle and indifferent.
"Now you can tell , what exactly is that secret."
He uttered these words without the slightest ripple in his voice.
Jean Nash gritted her teeth, tightly clutching her phone.
"Of course I will tell you, the money has been deposited, after all, this is our transaction."
She spoke sowhat slowly, ntally struggling.
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