"If I scrape together everything, I should be able to raise Forty million dollars for this."
A satisfied smile crossed Ethan's lips.
"Good." Ethan nodded. "Then I'll handle the remaining Thirty million dollars."
With the agreement settled, the once-tense atmosphere shifted. Harold leaned back in his chair, his earlier doubts now replaced with hope and anticipation.
"Haha! Now this is what I call loyalty!" He laughed heartily, shaking his head in admiration. "Ethan, you're a true man. You're nothing like that snake Alex Reid! That bastard stabbed me in the back, but you—you brought us a future."
Lillian, who had been hesitant before, now nodded eagerly.
"That's right! If our family manages to climb back up again, we'll owe everything to you, Ethan!"
Their attitudes had completely flipped. Just a few minutes ago, they were questioning his presence at their door. Now? Now they treated him like an honored guest, a savior.
