Unfortunately, Skyler Jones's phone just couldn't be reached.
Christine Quinn couldn't help but curse inwardly...
Damned man, at a time like this, he still has the mood to meet women. It's almost like he's on the brink of ruin.
What should I do?
She didn't even know where he went with Nita for lunch...
Just as Christine Quinn was at a loss, the phone rang again.
The caller had clearly lost patience, chirping, "Miss Secretary, what does your boss say? I'm right by the fax machine now, if you don't transfer the money within half an hour, I'll have to let this go public."
"No! Wait..." Christine Quinn shouted anxiously, "To be honest, I can't reach my boss right now. Can you make an exception? I can give you three hundred thousand first, just give me an hour. In an hour, I'll have my boss contact you."
The other party thought for a moment, then agreed, "Fine, one hour. If Skyler Jones hasn't transferred the money to me by then, don't blame me for being merciless."
