"Thirty million, that's quite a lot... thank you, Madam."
Skye Brown's almond-shaped eyes brightened slightly as she was about to take the cheque with a charming smile.
On her slightly smiling pretty face, there wasn't a trace of any unwillingness or anger from being insulted.
"Wait—"
Seeing Skye Brown about to 'joyfully' accept this cheque, Mrs. Johnson suddenly felt something was wrong.
She pulled back the cheque.
"Do you know what it means to take this cheque? You take the cheque and leave my son here... One should have integrity, and if you are untrustworthy, the Wellington family certainly won't let you go."
"I know, of course I know... Taking this cheque means leaving Dylan Wellington. Rest assured, Mom... Oh no, Mrs. Johnson... If I take your money, naturally, I won't be untrustworthy."
Skye Brown was all smiles, showing no signs of reluctance.
There was no refusal or resistance as Mrs. Johnson had expected.
