“Is that so?” asked Jonathan indifferently since twenty million was as insignificant as twenty to him.
Even if it were two hundred million, it still would not make a difference to Jonathan, for they were just numbers to him.
Narrowing her eyes, Lydia could not believe how composed the man was. “How can you be so calm, Jonathan? Don't you at least want to confirm if the money has been wired to you?”
“What for? If you got yours, then I should get mine too.”
“Well, mistakes happen sometimes. What if they missed yours? Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if they did it deliberately.” For some reason, Lydia seemed more concerned about Jonathan's money than the man himself.
“You don't have to worry about that. They wouldn't dare to skim my money. If I'm even a cent short, they can kiss their underground operation goodbye.”