"You will settle that?" Freya looked at Connor and sneered. Then, she said disdainfully, "Do you know how much compensation I have to pay if they all want to withdraw their shares?"
"No!" Connor lightly shook his head.
"I need to compensate nearly thirty million dollars. Can you afford that? Tell me, where are you going to get so much money?" Freya pointed at Connor and asked coldly.
"I... I will get it!" Connor gritted his teeth.
"Why don't you tell me? Do you plan to earn this thirty million as a waiter at a bar, or do you plan to earn this thirty million by delivering food?" Freya was extremely agitated at this moment and was shouting at Connor without any mercy.
"Hahaha!" When everyone heard Freya's words, they all started laughing.
No one had expected that Freya's fiancé was not only a poor loser who delivered food but also a bar waiter.
