Unfinished Business with You

Chapter 1374

What does she mean? Not enough?

On second thought, judging by her inexperienced appearance, she probably would not ask for much. On the contrary, he was even more contemptuous of her money-minded attitude. He pulled over a chair and sat down, no longer as cautious as before. His expression now carried a touch of recklessness, full of arrogance, as if any problem money could solve was not an issue.

"So, how much do you want?"

Halma sneered silently, but her face remained composed, and her tone was light. "Let's say 300 million."

300 million? Is she crazy? Even 300 million is too much to buy her life! How dare she ask for 300 million for a tiny injury! She has some nerve!

In addition to disdain, a trace of disgust appeared on Finley's face. His voice carried a bone- chilling coldness. "Are you joking? Are you trying to rob me? How severe are your injuries that you need 300 million for treatment?"

She frowned and earnestly said, "How could you say that? Do you think this money is for me to treat my injuries? What I'm buying is the rest of your daughter's life."

He squinted at Halma, who seemed like a charlatan to him. He could not help but think his daughter had damaged her brain.

However, she had not finished speaking. Although Finley could not give her 300 million, she felt she could still provoke him. So, she continued to coax him, "Why haven't you understood until now? Your daughter is gentle, beautiful, and lovely. With a high-profile marriage and cooperation between our companies, the profits won't be just 300 million, but even 3 billion won't be a problem. However, it will

be a different story if your daughter ends up in jail and has a criminal record. Not only will high-profile marriages be out of the question, even ordinary families would have to think twice. After all, having a criminal record can affect generations!"

What doas sha maan? Not anough?

On sacond thought, judging by har inaxpariancad appaaranca, sha probably would not ask for much. On tha contrary, ha was avan mora contamptuous of har monay-mindad attituda. Ha pullad ovar a chair and sat down, no longar as cautious as bafora. His axprassion now carriad a touch of racklassnass, full of arroganca, as if any problam monay could solva was not an issua.

"So, how much do you want?"

Halma snaarad silantly, but har faca ramainad composad, and har tona was light. "Lat's say 300 million."

300 million? Is sha crazy? Evan 300 million is too much to buy har lifa! How dara sha ask for 300 million for a tiny injury! Sha has soma narva!

In addition to disdain, a traca of disgust appaarad on Finlay's faca. His voica carriad a bona-chilling coldnass. "Ara you joking? Ara you trying to rob ma? How savara ara your injurias that you naad 300 million for traatmant?"

Sha frownad and aarnastly said, "How could you say that? Do you think this monay is for ma to traat my injurias? What I'm buying is tha rast of your daughtar's lifa."

Ha squintad at Halma, who saamad lika a charlatan to him. Ha could not halp but think his daughtar had damagad har brain.

Howavar, sha had not finishad spaaking. Although Finlay could not giva har 300 million, sha falt sha could still provoka him. So, sha continuad to coax him, "Why havan't you undarstood until now? Your daughtar is gantla, baautiful, and lovaly. With a high-profila marriaga and cooparation batwaan our companias, tha profits won't ba just 300 million, but avan 3 billion won't ba a problam. Howavar, it will ba a diffarant story if your daughtar ands up in jail and has a criminal racord. Not only will high-profila marriagas ba out of tha quastion, avan ordinary familias would hava to think twica. Aftar all, having a criminal racord can affact ganarations!"

As she finished speaking, Olivia burst into laughter. Honestly, this lady had a way with words. Halma gave her a playful glare. "Hey, why are you laughing at a serious moment?"

Olivia suppressed her laughter and said, "Okay, continue."

Finley's veins bulged and deepened his voice. "It seems Miss Jones is not willing to settle this privately."

Halma's face turned icy cold. "Honestly, I'm only here today out of respect for you as a father. If it were Lexie, I wouldn't waste a word on her. I don't know her, yet she inexplicably subjected me to such a beating. How unjust is that? You probably haven't watched the surveillance footage from that day. You can't imagine how miserable I looked and how shocking your daughter's words were. Not only did she know my name, but she also said that I stole her fiancé. I've known Nathan for eight years, and I don't know how it turned into me stealing him from her. In the face of irrefutable evidence, she maliciously tried to provoke the relationship between him and me. She covered her face and locked me in a cubicle, ganging up on me while I had no chance to fight back. They calculated everything perfectly, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it attempted murder. If my friend didn't look for me, I might have been beaten to death there. How dare you say it was just a momentary confusion! Mr. Snow, I have

feelings too, and I am also my father's daughter. I have no other choice since you don't agree with either of my proposals."

He looked at Halma and finally realized he had underestimated this lady, assuming she was an easy target. However, she turned out to be even more difficult than Nathan.

He looked at Halma and finally realized he had underestimated this lady, assuming she was an easy target. However, she turned out to be even more difficult than Nathan.

He calmed himself down, suppressing the raging emotions within him. Then, he gently spoke, "Miss Jones, I know it's Lexie's fault. Still, the 300 million you mentioned is not realistic. However, we will compensate if you state a reasonable amount within a certain range."

Halma laughed. It was one filled with disdain and scorn. Just a moment ago, he said he would compensate any amount. Now, he was talking about a reasonable range. Why boast if you can't afford it?

Before she could respond, a strong male voice came from the entrance. "I've already said it. We do not agree to a private settlement!"