"With what?" His voice was equally quiet, a private conversation in a room full of witnesses.
"I need funds to complete this purchase." She hated how the words tasted, hated the admission of weakness. "Two hundred million yuan. I'll pay you back with interest once the company is profitable."
"You already owe me nearly five hundred million," he pointed out, but his tone wasn't mocking. Just factual.
"I know." She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze directly. "Which means I'm already in your debt. What's another two hundred million on top of that? Consider it an investment in your wife's business ventures."
For a long moment, he just looked at her, those ice-blue eyes reading layers she couldn't hide.
Then he pulled out his phone with deliberate slowness.
"Two hundred million," he confirmed, fingers moving across the screen. "Transferred to your primary account. It should be available immediately."
He hit the final button and showed her the confirmation screen.
