<h4>Chapter 97: One Billion Vi</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    An hourter, rence and Miranda left the vi and headed for the meeting ce with the client.


    To rence’s surprise, Miranda was meeting them at Toke Heights.


    It was the Wright family’s eldest son Jerald’s turf!


    He and Cecilia had gotten into a car ident when he was on his way back from the Wright family home yesterday.


    However, he still had no idea if it was Jerald or Julian’s idea.


    Half an hourter, rence drove Miranda’s car and parked it in Toke Heights’ parking lot.


    Toke Heights was luxuriously built. There were even two 1-to-1 scale white marble elephants in front of the entrance. It was magnificent.


    Dozens of female ushers stood at Toke Heights’ entrance. Every single one of them was fit to be a model.


    After Miranda exined what she was here for, a female usher led rence and her to a private room in Toke Heights.


    As soon as they entered the private room, a portly, middle-aged manughed, “Yo, Ms. Murphy’s here!”


    He did not get up, just sitting on the couch.


    rence nced around and saw there were a dozen people in the private room. The men all looked to be in their 30s and 40s.


    The women were all in their early twenties.


    The middle-aged men’s eyes instantly lit up the moment they saw Miranda.


    Miranda used to be the most beautiful woman in Mediterranean City but had lost that title for thest three years after marrying rence.


    Suddenly, a seductive-looking woman wearing a hip-hugging red skirtughed sarcastically. “Miranda, why did you bring your loser husband to such an important business meeting?”


    “Loser husband?”


    Several bosses were stunned.


    They looked at rence in amusement.


    rence had followed Miranda into the private room. The bosses had thought rence was Miranda’s assistant.


    Who knew he was actually her husband?


    rence knew that woman. She was Miranda’s ex-ssmate, Quinn Watson.


    Quinn smiled meaningfully. “Yeah. Mr. Zimmerman, you guys didn’t know, did you?


    “rence has no culture at all.


    “He didn’t even graduate from junior high. How is he good enough for Miranda, who has graduated from a prestigious university in the country?


    “He only got lucky and saved Miranda’s grandpa.


    “That’s how he got the beauty!”


    Quinn nced at Miranda as she spoke bitterly, “Miranda, what’s the matter with you? Why did you bring this loser here to talk business? Do you despise Mr. Zimmerman?”


    Miranda’s pretty face darkened. “Quinn, watch out. rence’s my husband, not a loser.”


    The two had had problems in university which they had never worked out.


    “Haha.”


    Quinn shook her head in amusement. “The Murphy family feeds him, and he gets three thousand dors a month.


    “As a man, he has no job.


    “He works as a servant at home. What is he, if not a loser?”


    Miranda snorted coldly. “Who said rence has no job? He’s running a clinic.”


    rence was a loser, but Miranda did not want to embarrass herself.


    “Clinic? Haha. This loser’s running a clinic? That’s funny.” The corners of Quinn’s lips were full of sarcasm.


    She would not believe it, no matter what.


    ‘A loser like rence can run a clinic?


    ‘Does he know medicine?


    ‘Won’t he kill people?’


    Suddenly, rence nced at Quinn. “You’re sick.”


    Quinn sneered, “You’re the one who’s sick!”


    rence joked lightly, “Your tongue has a white coating. Your chest should have red spots. Your thighs itch and your periods are irregr. You’re showing early signs of syphilis. Go to the hospital and have it checked out. You can still be saved.”


    “What?”


    Mr. Zimmerman’s expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Quinn.


    He and Quinn looked like superiors and subordinates, but they actually had an illicit rtionship.


    ‘Wouldn’t Quinn have infected me if she has syphilis?’


    “Nonsense!”


    Quinn jumped up to her feet. She red at rence like a shrew, her hands on her hips. “Who are you to say I have syphilis?”


    “Haha.”


    rence shrugged nonchntly. “Believe it or don’t. I also know that you got syphilis about half a month ago.


    “Go to the hospital while it’s still early.


    “You’re done for if you wait any longer.


    “It’s not that easy to cure.”


    “You!” Quinn was shocked. She was feeling some difort after rence had finished saying that.


    She had always kept her hands to herself. Although she was someone else’s mistress, she did not mess around.


    She had just had a one-night stand with a handsome guy in a bar half a month ago. Could it be from that time?’


    “Ahem ahem. Alright, Ms. Murphy, let’s talk about the cooperation.” Remy Zimmerman quickly changed the subject.


    He was determined to get Quinn checked out at the hospital, no matter what. Syphilis was no joke.


    Miranda looked at rence reproachfully. She had won the argument, but how could he use a girl of having syphilis?


    “Who told you to sit down? We have important business owners here. Who are you to sit here?” Quinn looked at rence coldly.


    Remy waved his hand lightly. “Never mind. Since he’s Ms. Murphy’s husband, let him sit.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Zimmerman.”


    Miranda smiled and got straight to the contract.


    They talked for about half an hour.


    “Mr. Zimmerman, we’re pretty much done talking about this cooperation. If there’s no problem, we should sign the contract now, right?” Miranda pulled out the contract she had already drawn up.


    Looking troubled, Remy said earnestly, “Ms. Murphy, you should know this.


    “Horizontal River Group has assets of over tens of billions, and this contract is worth 500 million.


    “It’s very important. I’ve looked into yourpany. It would be fine if it were the Murphy Property Development Group.


    “However, yourpany is just a branch of Murphy Property Development Group, Ms. Murphy.


    “If Murphy Property headquarters doesn’te forward, we would need coteral before signing this five hundred million contract.


    Miranda frowned. She had not wanted the contract to go through Murphy Property.


    Knowing Armstrong’s character, once it went through Murphy Property, he would let Kaysen handle it even if she had gotten the contract signed.


    All her work would be in vain!


    It was not like this had not happened before.


    “How much coteral do you need?” Miranda asked solemnly.


    Remy held up a finger. “At least one hundred million.”


    “One hundred million.”


    Miranda was a little troubled.


    Her house, car, cosmetics, shares, and everything else of the like could only add up to fifty million at most. It was a long way from one hundred million.


    “Haha. Miranda, if you can’t even pay up a hundred million dors, forget about doing business with Horizontal River Property.” Quinn smiled yfully.


    Suddenly, Miranda’s heart stirred.


    rence’s Thirteen Hall downtown was about the size of Humanity Hall, and itsnd was worth at least two hundred million.


    ‘If rence used Thirteen Hall as coteral...’


    “rence, can you do me a favor? Your Thirteen Hall...” said Miranda.


    rence gave Miranda a nomittal smile. “You don’t need Thirteen Hall. I’ve got something better to use as coteral.”


    “Something better?” Miranda looked at rence in confusion.


    Quinn taunted, “Yo, what good coteral can a loser son-inw provide?


    “Your life?


    “Your life isn’t even worth one hundred million!”


    Without another word, rence pulled a gold ess card out of his pocket and threw it on the table.


    On the surface of the ess card was the word ‘Dragon Soar’, with a serial number ‘1’ next to it.


    “Holy shit! Dragon Soar Heights’ Vi One?


    “The vi worth one billion!” Remy eximed, jumping up from the couch.


    The whole private room was dead silent.