"Moore? Brother Moore."
Mag softly called out his name, her eyes filled with confusion.
Moore Mamet snapped back to his senses and, recalling Xaviera Evans' words, looked at Mag with suspicion: "Mag, why did Xaviera bring up this 80 million dollars? I thought..."
Before Mag could answer, Moira Besian snorted coldly: "It's all because Xaviera is jealous of Mag. This money is saved up by Mag herself, what's the problem with that?"
Moore thought about it and felt that what the old lady said made sense. Mag had taken up quite a few endorsements over the years, and with the company's earnings, it wasn't strange for her to put forth 40 million dollars.
But Xaviera didn't seem like she was making things up. Could it be because she was panicking and just blurted out a few words?
"Brother Moore, don't you believe me?"
Mag's eyes were slightly red, and she was on the verge of tears.
