"Oh? There is such a thing?"
Upon hearing Julius Reed's words, Aron Jackson turned around with an unfriendly tone and asked, "Mr. Jack, are you playing me?"
During this exchange, dozens of people suddenly flooded into the room, surrounding Jack Lau and his nephew.
Seeing this scene, Jack Lau's legs went weak and he collapsed instantly.
His head trembled, and sweat poured down like rain.
"Mr. Jackson, please, you must believe me, believe in the sincerity of the Jack family."
Jack Moore stood up, glaring at Julius Reed, "You scoundrel, how dare you try to sabotage the friendship between Mr. Jackson and me."
"True or not, just swipe the card and we'll know."
Julius Reed, chewing on an apple, said indifferently, "If there really is three hundred million in the account, I'll give you thirty billion and personally apologize to your nephew, how about that?"
"Fine! If there isn't..."
"You just give me fifteen billion."
