Chapter 532
Chapter 532:
Brett wiped at his brow, defeated. “Understood p>
Gabriela hadn’t expected him to yield so easily, but Wesley’s evasiveness gnawed at her. Her eyes narrowed.
“Actually, I’ll need another transfer of one hundred million to my account p>
Brett nearly collapsed, his knees threatening to buckle. “Come on, a hundred million isn’t pocket p>
“Change. How could I possibly transfer that at will p>
“That’s not my problem!” Gabriela snapped, lifting her chin with the imperious tilt of a queen passing judgment. “The office building is mine. If I don’t see a hundred million by tomorrow, I’ll sell it without hesitation p>
She thought if he failed to produce the money, he’d have no choice but to run straight to Wesley.
𝖱е𝗮𝗱 wi𝗍𝘩𝗼𝗎𝗍 in𝘁𝘦𝗋𝘳𝗎𝗽𝗍i𝗈n𝘴 𝘰n
And for a sum as staggering as a hundred million, Wesley would have no choice but to confront her.
Brett’s voice trembled as he tried to soothe her. “I’ll… I’ll do my best p>
“You’ve got one day,” Gabriela cut him off, her tone like ice.
With that, she swept out of the office. The instant the door clicked shut, Brett slumped into his chair and called Wesley.
The moment Wesley picked up, Brett all but exploded. “Wesley! Come and deal with Miss Haynes before she drives me mad p>
He had known from the beginning that there was something unusual about this deal. Wesley had bought the building at a sky-high price, then conveniently handed the management to him.
Dealing with Gabriela, who tossed around demands for a hundred million as casually as ordering coffee, was enough to make Brett’s patience snap.
At that exact moment, Wesley was in a boardroom surrounded by executives. He lifted a hand, halting the meeting, and slipped out with the calm composure of a man utterly unshaken.
His voice on the phone was smooth, almost lazy. “What happened p>
Brett nearly wailed. “She came for the rent and snatched up eight million on the spot! The rent’s collected once a year, but she insists I hand it over every single month p>
On the other end of the line, Wesley’s lips curved into a faint smile. He could picture her clearly: fiery eyes, unyielding stance, a woman impossible to tame.
Amusement tangled with a quiet sigh, and a soft chuckle escaped him.
“Then I suggest you comply without delay,” he chuckled.
Brett was left speechless, staring at his phone in disbelief.
Was this all a joke to Wesley? What kind of lovesick fool found joy in being bled dry?
Was he so hopelessly smitten that Gabriela’s every demand thrilled him instead of enraging him? Or perhaps his fortune was so vast that tossing some of it away felt no different than scattering coins into a fountain?
Brett said, his voice tight, “She also wants me to transfer a hundred million dollars to her by tomorrow p>
“Then give it to her,” Wesley answered, his tone maddeningly calm.
Brett nearly dropped the phone. He swallowed his outrage but couldn’t stop himself from asking, “What exactly is your relationship with her p>
The other end went silent.
Wesley’s thoughts circled a truth he rarely voiced.
He knew Gabriela’s heart tilted toward him. If he wished, she could become his wife.
The temptation burned, yet the chains of his reality held him back.
Finally, his voice came, low and deliberate, carrying the weight of something he could neither abandon nor claim. “She’s everything to me p>
The words hit Brett like a blow.