Chapter 3
A shallow smile played on her face, but her words carried heavy threat:
"Refund this order in full, and I won't make things difficult for anyone. But if I don't get this money back, Clinton, you should know how easy it would be for Santiago's company to destroy a small postpartum center, right?"
"Government departments could shut you down for inspection with any random reason I give them."
"Or would you prefer to be charged with conspiring with Russell to launder money?"
Clinton didn't dare confront the aggressive Everett. He clutched the stack of legal documents tightly and shot me a sinister glance.
Through gritted teeth, he said:
"Ms. Everett, Russell is still Mr. Santiago's wife. Aren't you afraid Mr. Santiago will be angry if you do this?"
"Why don't I call Mr. Santiago right now and get his opinion?"
This fifty-thousand-dollar contract was too tempting. Clinton couldn't bear to give it up, so he tried invoking Santiago's name, hoping to make Everett back down.
But the moment Clinton finished speaking, Everett burst into laughter as if she'd heard the funniest joke.
In the vast room, only her clear laughter could be heard for a moment.
Piercing, sharp, dripping with mockery.
She said:
"Sure, let's get Santiago's opinion. I'll make the call myself!"
As she spoke, Everett pulled out her phone and directly dialed Santiago's number.
The moment the call connected, his lazy, infinitely indulgent voice came through:
"Everett, who's bothering you in the middle of the night?"
"What, we've only been apart for a little while and you already miss me?"
My face went deathly pale. Hearing Santiago's achingly familiar voice, I felt like my breath caught in my throat. The discomfort made my heart race with panic.
Everett glanced at me dismissively, then let out a coquettish hum and said in a wronged tone:
"Santiago, there was a fifty-thousand-dollar order a while back that you paid without my approval again, wasn't there?"
"I'm really going to get angry. You don't take me seriously as your CFO at all."