This was all Valerie's fault for mishandling what should have been a simple matter.
Cursing under his breath, he dialed his man at the airport and barked into the phone.
"Listen up! If that private jet on the runway even thinks about leaving, you stop it immediately! Do not let it take off, you hear me?!"
"God, who would've known Yves would find a sponsor that loaded? A Gulfstream G650... that plane alone is worth tens of millions."
Valerie, too, was now deeply regretting her magnanimity.
'If I'd just kept Fiona by my side...'
'None of this would have happened. I could have demanded an even higher price and really squeezed Yves for all he was worth.'
But now, the girl was gone, and so was the money.
A Pickup Truck screeched to a halt on the roadside.
Seeing it, Bao Wen sprinted over and yanked open the door. Just as he was about to get in, he turned to look at Valerie, who was still standing there looking regretful and lost.
