Chapter 72 Who Is This Man

• Perhaps it was those words I said or because of the one million in cash that suddenly fell into her lap, but Dahlia was incredibly happy. We went to a restaurant and asked for a private room. Then, we chatted and laughed, easing my anger considerably. Midway, I made up an excuse and went to the washroom. When I came back, my cell phone rang. It was a call from Alex again, which I promptly placed on loudspeaker.
• “Young Master Jones, I’ve already transferred the money to your account.”
• “Didn’t you say you’ll do it after lunch?”