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"That's 500 million, where did she get so much money?" Osiris said through gritted teeth, tapping the table.
"Is it not the alimony you gave her?" Jaden asked in confusion, only to be coldly glared at by Osiris.
"No."
If it were, would he still sit here so angrily, listening to Jaden this chatterbox guy complaining?!
"It seems Elena has completely hitched a ride on the rich people's boat this time. Where did she find this money tree? She's really lucky." At this moment, Jaden's sadness over losing the resort has dissipated quite a bit, and his gossiping thoughts have turned to Elena.
"It seems that this man really dotes on her to be so casual about giving her five hundred million. Just as Jaden was feeling emotional, he suddenly felt a chill down the back of his neck. He turned around nervously to find Osiris glaring at him, as if trying to shoot holes through him with his eyes. 'You're useless,' Osiris mercilessly jabbed at Jaden's scar."
"tender biddingThis kind of small matter was lost to a woman."
Jaden instantly exploded.
"That's Five hundred million, bro! Five hundred million! Five hundred million! Don't tell me you don't know what that means! Who can casually come up with Five hundred million, and it's genuine cash!"
Jaden feels that the world is full of malice.
"In my opinion, either Elena is crazy, or the world is crazy. Do you know how many people she brought to the scene? About ten, all carrying heavy cash. Who could have imagined that!"
Jaden became more and more depressed as he spoke.
CR Group can also be considered a prominent Industry company, but so what, it is completely overshadowed by Elena in terms of momentum. This woman is terrifying. Osiris silently crumpled the meeting notes handed to him by his secretary.
The records reminded him line by line of how absurd the events at the bidding conference were. Yes, in his eyes, Elena was not qualified to win the top bid, but she did. Isn't this ridiculous?
To be honest, he never put Elena in an equal position. To him, the fragile Elena was more like his pet, someone he didn't need to care too much about. Because the Elena he knew was cowardly and powerless, only able to depend on him. That was the only way for a small, defenseless animal to survive. But now, it seems he was completely wrong.
Osiris never thought that one day Elena would abandon him and choose someone else. But today, Elena clearly and mercilessly slapped him in the face with a bid proposal written in black and white on a white paper. Osiris's hands intertwined, and his knuckles began to turn a pale shade of blue due to unconscious exertion.
But more than anything else, what really infuriated him was that throughout the entire bidding process, Elena didn't even spare him a single glance. On the day of their divorce, it was clear that she only had herself in mind. By the time Elena returned home with the signed contract, the sky was already dark.
"Gert?"
As soon as she entered, she asked the butler Todd.
"The young master hasn't returned yet, miss."
Todd saw that Elena seemed to want to say something, and he smiled gently, with a kind look in his eyes.
"Miss, is there something good happening?"
Elena's cheeks turned red. "You can't hide anything from you. Indeed, but I hope Gert is the first to know."
Todd promised her that he would tell Gert as soon as she returned, and after that, Elena went straight to her father's study. The lights in the corridor were dim and not very bright. Elena tiptoed on the solid wooden floor, and the light from the study spilled onto the floor through the gap in the door, casting a small fan-shaped area. Elena raised her hand, intending to knock, but the sound from inside the room caught her attention.
"N.E Group? Is that That guy's capital?" Mr. Snowd's voice was dark and flat, "He does have some ability indeed."
It sounded like a compliment, but Elena couldn't detect any appreciation in it.
"But that's all there is to it, just a brat who inherited the family business. It's not certain that he has the ability to keep all his employees. Moreover, if he dares to hurt my precious daughter, sparing him would damage the reputation of our The Snowd family."
Father never spoke to himself in such a gloomy tone. From the moment she heard the name N.E, Elena knew who her father was talking about.
"Why isn't Miss going in?"
Todd's voice came from the stairs, and the ringing of the phone in the room abruptly stopped.
Elena smiled awkwardly, pushed the door open, and saw her father sitting calmly in a wheelchair with a blanket on his lap. His phone was casually placed on the table, the screen still lit, obviously just having hung up a call. "Did you hear everything?" asked George Snowd, also known as Mr. Snowd, looking at his daughter.
There's no need to lie. Elena nodded obediently, then hesitated when she looked at her father.
"Dad, this is my business, I don't want you to get involved."
Mr. Snowd affectionately called her over, "I know," he patted his daughter's head, "but I'm your father. If someone has hurt you, I, as a father, have to do something to feel at ease."
"I don't want you to get hurt again because of a stranger."
For three years, no one knew how much pain was in Elena's heart.
Mr. Snowd spoke gently, and no one would associate him at this moment with the tough guy he was just now.
"Dad, I won't." Elena squatted beside the wheelchair, resting her head in her father's arms. "I am a member of the Snowd Family. Even if my throat is bitten by the enemy, I will drag the enemy to hell with me." She looked up, innocently speaking terrifying words. "Dad, give me some time. I will handle it myself. Don't forget, whose daughter I am."
Gert When he arrived home, it was already noon the next day.
Elena was walking back with her father and saw Gert with his collar wide open, lifting weights in the courtyard.
The muscles, pulsing with blood, glistened with sweat in the sunlight, and Elena thought that if Orly were there, she would definitely be swooning and screaming.
"Hey Elena." Gert caught a glimpse of Elena and immediately greeted her, then saw her father and suppressed his joyful expression, adding a touch of seriousness to his demeanor. "Father." In this household, only Elena was allowed to call George Snowd "dad" at any time. Mr. Snowd grunted, tapping the armrest of his wheelchair with his slender, bony fingers. "Todd, back to the study."
Todd took the wheelchair obediently from Elena's hands, "Miss, you had something to say, right?"
Elena hesitated for a moment, then let go, "Dad, I'll bring you afternoon tea later."
Upon hearing Mr. Snowd's warm response, Elena finally waved to Gert.
"Wait for me," she ran back to the room and returned to the courtyard panting heavily.
Gert saw her running in a hurry and panting heavily, and patted her back with a tender expression.
"I'm right here, I'm not going to run away," she complained, but her eyes showed concern.
Elena paused and handed over the tightly clenched file folder in her hand.
"A gift," she grinned, revealing teeth as white as jade.
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