Alfred Linberg felt grateful and immediately transferred 300,000 yuan to Jean Norris without thinking twice. He was quite generous.
Ernie Daniel's clenched palm lightly knocked on the table, making a clear ring while maintaining a serious expression on his wild and rugged face.
"I'm sure you have something to do with the pigpen. You'll pay the rest to Uncle Titus yourself."
"...Yes."
Alfred Linberg bowed his head awkwardly, but knowing the ghost in his stomach finally disappeared, he didn't feel too depressed.
After the matter was resolved, Jean Norris left alone after having breakfast with the program team.
"Buzz, buzz."
Caroline Edwin's phone vibrated on the table.
Picking it up, she saw that Jean Norris had transferred 150,000 yuan to her.
She smirked, her cat-like eyes brimming with a hint of amusement. This guy had a sense of professional ethics.
After breakfast, Alfred Linberg went to pay Uncle Titus the remaining compensation.
