After hanging up, Lucas called Rayson.
"Hello, who is it?" Rayson had long known Lucas's cell phone number, but he still deliberately asked. The smugness and disrespect in his voice could be heard clearly through the phone.
"Rayson Williams, when will you transfer the six billion dollars you promised?" Lucas asked directly, not wasting any time.
"What six billion dollars? Mr. Gray, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand?" Rayson feigned ignorance on purpose.
Then he said proudly, "Ah, I almost forgot to tell you, Mr. Gray. The Williams have already submitted to the Hills, the royal family branch. Now, everything the Williams own belongs to the Hills. Mr. Gray, I'm afraid what you want is impossible!"
Lucas sneered. "In that case, are you planning on reneging?"
"Tsk tsk, you can't say that!" Rayson said with a sarcastic smile.
