Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1140 - 1142: How Much Money Do You Need? Name Your Price

After Cheryl Chew woke up, her head still ached. She struggled to sit up, and a servant immediately came forward to support her, "Miss Fit, whatever you need, just let us know.""Where’s Brother Shannon?"

Cheryl Chew attempted to get out of bed to find Thomas Shannon.

"The Young Master has already gone to the company, he’s not inside the manor."

Already gone to the company...

Cheryl Chew’s head spun, and she almost fainted again. She painfully held her forehead with one hand.

"Miss Fit, you have a mild concussion, the doctor suggests you rest in bed. You should lie down."

Cheryl Chew was still concerned about Thomas Shannon, nervously asking the servant, "Has Brother Shannon eaten?"

"Yes, Miss Fit, don’t worry." The servant reassured her, gently helping her lie back down.

Cheryl Chew smiled slightly, "That’s good then."

This night, Cheryl Chew kept waiting for Thomas Shannon, but she never saw him return.

Golden Wing Palace.

Inside the private gambling hall.

Andres didn’t expect the meeting to take place in a casino, but he understood.

As soon as he sat down, he sent someone to deliver the meeting gift. Thomas Shannon, holding a cigarette, lazily lifted his eyes, glanced quickly, and then a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand to hold the cigarette at the corner of his lips, "Mr. Andres, what does this mean?"

"A meeting gift, just a token of sincerity, hoping that Young Master Shannon can see my earnestness about this deal." Andres smiled, his gaze full of sincerity.

"If you’re sincere, why bring so many people?" Thomas Shannon chuckled, took a deep puff, and devilishly blew out a smoke ring.

His handsome face, under the veil of smoke, appeared even more ominous.

Andres’s smile paused, then he laughed loudly again, "Young Master Shannon, you must be joking. My bodyguards are nothing compared to yours. It’s merely for safety. If it bothers you, I can have them leave."

"No need."

Thomas Shannon slowly waved his hand holding the cigarette.

For a while, Andres couldn’t decipher his intentions. Thomas Shannon leaned against the chair back, slightly raised his chin, his cold eyes examining him, "You know that K Group’s unmanned~war~machines are not for sale."

Andres was unfazed. If they truly weren’t for sale, why agree to this meeting?

Perhaps his sincerity wasn’t enough, so Thomas Shannon was just saying that.

Andres took out a checkbook and pen, placing them on the gambling table. "Young Master Shannon, name your price. As long as it’s within a reasonable range, I, Andres, won’t even blink."

Thomas Shannon snorted, "Mr. Andres, you’re joking. Do I look like someone who lacks money?"

"Then what do you mean, Young Master Shannon?"

"I heard you have a niece, the Number One Beauty in Country F." The conversation ended there.

Andres’s eyes flashed. Could he be wanting Cecilia Branford?

If so, that would make things much easier.

Not only could this deal go through, but he might also become K Group’s respected father-in-law.

Thinking of this, Andres shook his head with a smile, "So Young Master Shannon prefers beauty over money. Indeed, my niece is the Number One Beauty in Country F. If you’d like to meet, I can arrange a time for you two to get acquainted."

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face revealed no emotion, "That would be helpful."

"So about our deal...?"

"No rush." Thomas Shannon stood up, patting Charlie River’s shoulder, "Keep Mr. Andres entertained. I have things to do, I’ll head out first."

[The past few days have been rough, especially seeing those in the comments section bragging about pirated copies, it makes my heart ache even more.]