"What?!", The plus-sized man sat up straight. "Don't push your luck, peasant".
Although members of the royal family didn't fall ill, it was still possible that they could get kidnapped even under his watch.
But...
It was highly unlikely.
He was sweating bullets now... A hundred million would take a toll on his financial status, but with his daughters... he would be able to make a comeback in about 3-5 years.
If nothing went wrong.
"Eighty million"
"Ninety-five", Caleb retorted.
"Eighty-five".
"Ninety".
"Fine!", Sir Randall slapped the table. "Your family won't forgive you... you know?".
Caleb chuckled. "What do I care? I'll be starting a new life away from them anyway".
"So the whole act about your wife was a farce?". His eyes narrowed at the wicked commoner.
