A Calculating President

Serena immediately withdrew her words. How was she able to make up the loss? That was three million!

Derek raised his eyebrows and looked at her as if he was waiting for her reply.

"Hey, it's clearly written in the contract. You have to help me!"

"I helped you, but that doesn't mean that you don't need to compensate me for my loss, right?"

"Derek, it's only three million. That’s nothing to you! Why are you being so calculating with me?"

"What if I insist?"

"You..." As she spoke, Serena's phone rang in her pocket. She made a pause gesture and answered the phone.

It was Andrew.

As soon as the call was connected, curses and yells came out of the phone. Serena hurriedly put the phone away and picked her ear.

After a while, she listened to her phone and understood what the other side was talking about, "Dad, do you actually believe what she said about me? That I found me a sugar daddy? I’d say that she slept with a director. Do you believe that?"