"No... No way... How could he possibly come up with five million USD?!"
Looking at the large stack of bank checks held by Lyla Wood, River Sinclair's face turned extremely pale, unwilling to believe that all of this was real.
Now, he had realized he had fallen into the trap of the purple-robed young man!
However, deep inside, he still couldn't believe that this teenager was a 'Ninth-grade Alchemist'.
Of course, more than that, he was unwilling to accept it!
He knew how much effort he had put in to become a Ninth-grade Alchemist at the age of twenty.
He refused to believe that among the younger generation in the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, someone could surpass him in alchemy talent!
Wyatt Barnes raised an eyebrow.
He noticed the look on River Sinclair's face, but he felt no pity for him...
Today, if it weren't for Sinclair stirring up trouble, he would have already taken on a task to earn money.
