Arianna’s family was falling apart and facing a tragic demise, however, her heart sank when she clearly saw Travis Cooper’s name on the acquisition papers. She had no choice but to negotiate with him.
Arianna lowered her head and relaxed her shoulders to ease the tension. She should show him gratefulness to make him happier, she thought, but she just couldn’t do it.
“How would you be willing to leave my grandfather alone?”
He casually poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her before replying, “I think the correct person to ask is the judge, no? The offenders are usually punished. This is a matter of justice, isn’t it?”
Arianna was beginning to grow tired of his mood swings.
“He is old, and his body is failing him. He would not last long in prison.” Arianna continued to try to sway him.
“What can I do? I always admire devoted children.” His voice carried some ridicule, “But I’m not a charity. I only do transactions with interests. What would you do in exchange for the freedom of your grandfather?”
Travis intertwined the fingers of his one hand with the other and rested his hands on his stomach as he leaned back in his chair once more. His expression was a bit lazy, “Since you entered this door, I’ve been waiting for the drama of you selling your body and soul to me in order to save your family member.”
When Arianna didn’t reply, Travis explicitly said, “Maybe I’m just bored. I’d like to try something fun.”
Arianna’s stomach felt like it flipped. She looked at the handsome face that was now showing evil.

Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

When they first met, the best she could remember was that big boy dressed in white with refined facial features and an indifferent impression. The following versions of Travis Cooper were all too different from her first impression.


And this Vince, who was sitting peacefully in front of her, somehow reminded Arianna about the day ten years ago, the sunny morning with bird tweets and the scent of flowers in the air, the moonlight of that night, as well as the young man dressed in white in the moon shadow.


Arianna only said, “Thank you for the flowers.” And she took a few steps backward until his face became vague.


When the deadlock was going on, Irene came and said, “So you are here, Arianna! Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson. You look good.”


Master Johnson regained the calmness and indifference he had before, “I’m fine. Thanks.”


“This is Arianna Jenkins. Miss Jenkins, this is Vince Johnson, the grandson of the Johnson Family.”


Chapter 114 What Happened To His Legs?