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

Rebecca sat on the side of the bed and stared at him for a while. As his breath got more and more peaceful, she put a thin sheet on him and leaned over and kissed his forehead. Then she walked out and shut the door slowly.


Then Rebecca saw old Lady Johnson standing outside the door with a serious look. Behind the old lady was the butler with a warm expression.


Rebecca took a bow and said, “Hello, madam.”


“Thank you, Rebecca.” The old lady nodded and left with the butler.


In the flower house, the old Lady Johnson used a pair of scissors to cut a pot of flowers into pieces and said to the butler Zenon, “I don’t like the girl Rebecca.”


“Rebecca is doing her best during the coma of the young master.”


“Do you think she has the chance to be my granddaughter-in-law?”


“That depends on the young master.”


Lady Johnson smiled seriously, “Why don’t you say it depends on me?”


The butler bowed, “Yes, you are right.”


Chapter 121 Have You Investigated Me?