Her sobs grew louder, more dramatic.
Then, as if gathering strength, she wiped her tears and said softly, "It's alright… I understand."
She stepped closer again, her hand reaching out as if to gently pat Lana's head.
"As long as I can see you… I'm happy."
Her eyes glistened, filled with what appeared to be motherly affection.
Lana, however, only rolled her eyes slightly.
'Enough of this performance,' she thought coldly.
"How much money do you want?" Lana asked bluntly.
The words cut through the act like a blade.
Beatrice froze. So did Gill.
For a brief moment, silence fell.
Then Harold, standing beside them, smiled casually and said, "Not much. Just two hundred million dollars."
Both Beatrice and Gill immediately shot him sharp glances.
Harold only chuckled lightly, completely unfazed.
Lana studied him carefully.
He looked exactly the same as he had in her previous life: dark brown hair, blue eyes, and that same shameless confidence.
