He admitted calmly, "Yes, and the conditions he offered were indeed so generous that no one could refuse."
Then, he recounted Daniel Hansen's grand vision regarding nationality, F-22s, and family security, in its entirety, with a light tone.
Even though they had great confidence in him, upon hearing promises filled with honor, top fighter jets, and lifelong security, they couldn't help but gasp.
It was indeed a broad avenue leading to the pinnacle in the worldly sense, dazzling enough to make any man's blood boil.
The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became somewhat stagnant.
The flames in the fireplace crackled, yet couldn't dispel the intangible pressure in the air.
Emily subconsciously touched her abdomen, her voice carrying a tremor she herself hadn't noticed, "So... what is your decision?"
Aliya also held her breath, her heart in her throat. They feared hearing the unwanted answer, and even more feared seeing a trace of regret or struggle on his face.
"I refused."
