Chapter 173 How Much Did You Sell It For?

• “Ms. Shaw, that’s it. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. You’re busy, so I won’t keep you. If you need me, call me. I’ll be in my office.” Ben Walton cut Vincy Shaw off and stood up. Maybe he moved too fast. His knee buckled, his head spun, and he went down hard.
• “Ah—what happened to you?” Vincy jerked to her feet, rushed over, and grabbed Ben to help him up.
• “I’m fine… I’m fine. I just lost my balance for a second, that’s all.” Ben tried to brush it off, bracing on the chair to push himself up. But his strength was gone, his head was swimming. It took a lot of effort—and Vincy’s help—before he finally got to his feet.