Owen Bertram hummed, "Is there really no room for negotiation on this price?"
National Master's eyes brewed with laughter, "None."
Owen clenched his teeth, "Fine."
National Master spread her smooth jade hand toward him, "Pay."
Owen painfully handed over the money - three hundred million Spirit Jade divided into an empty Storage Brocade Pouch. When it reached her hand, a strong urge suddenly surged within him, wanting to scratch her palm. It seemed as though a voice was tempting him: these three hundred million couldn't be spent in vain, take advantage of it if there's a deal.
Mr. Sun restrained his restless heart, then shuddered with surprise. Is National Master trying to bewitch me one day? Or, even more precisely, deliberately planting a seed of affection in my heart?
