"Call me when you have the cash and papers ready," Old Greg reminded Mandy before leaving with his butler on his mini yacht to gather the remaining $2 million in cash before the afternoon.
Mandy nodded indifferently, her lips curving into a subtle sneer that didn't escape Ace's sharp eyes. Right now, though she wore a tempting sundress, she exuded a majestic aura that was reassuring to her allies but oppressive to her foes.
"Do you need me to arrange for the loan?" Dan asked Mandy, watching Greg sail away on his three-quarter-million-dollar mini yacht.
"No. I've got it covered," Mandy replied confidently. Dan nodded, commenting, "Your sister was worried over nothing."
"Danny wasn't exaggerating—you're too good. Even though I watched it happen, I still can't believe Old Greg agreed to sell his 25 acres to you for $800K. You made it seem so easy," Alwin expressed his disbelief praising Mandy for the mind blowing display of her skills.
