Chapter 936: Chapter 909: Start closing the net (four updates) Chapter 936: Chapter 909: Start closing the net (four updates) Hearing Yuki Stone's words, the Wong Couple swallowed hard. This girl was too cunning, not bringing the whole notebook with her.
“The Golden Master said he'd guarantee your family, but he wants seventy percent of your equity. You should be content,” she said.
“Only leaving thirty percent to our family? Heh, are you helping us or swallowing our legacy? Is our four years of friendship only worth this much money? Don't make me tear it up!” Yuki Stone made as if to tear something.
“Stop! Wait a second!” Uncle Wong relayed the intention from the other end of the phone, still muttering under his breath. But Yuki Stone grabbed the phone and spoke directly.
“You discuss the price with me.”
“My boss says that at most, he'll give you an additional five points, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Think it over. It's just a notebook, after all. Your family has already ended up like this, and your father has run away. If you don't transfer the shares, you won't get a dime and will face litigation out of greed.”
“Your boss? You're just a pawn, by what right do you negotiate our family's legacy? Get your boss to call me.”
“Young lady, don't speak so arrogantly. I may be just a pawn, but my words do carry weight. I represent the full authority in this matter. Here's the deal–I'll give you two more points. Take it or leave it! If you don't want it, find someone else who dares to take on your family's mess!”
“Forty points, final offer. I want to ensure my life ahead. Meet me at the Rendezvous Bar in the City Centre in half an hour. Deliver in one hand and bring lawyers for my security. If you play tricks, I'll tear up the notebook. I trust no one now.”
“Okay, it's a deal,” was the reply.
Yuki Stone hung up the phone, giving the Wong Couple a slight smile, though her eyes were cold.
“Thanks for your 'warm hospitality' this time. I'll remember this.”
After saying that, she left with Mrs. Kiara's small notebook.
“Tsk tsk, and to think she and Emma Clark were close.” Auntie Wong, looking at the empty sofa, couldn't help but remember how Yuki Stone had sat there negotiating. She was reminded of Yuki Stone's father–like father, like daughter. If not for the family's downfall, this girl would also be a formidable character.
“What purity can you expect from children raised in such families? Compared to money, so-called feelings aren't worth a penny. We're not concerned with their backstabbing; we just wait for our money…”
On the other end of the monitoring system, the man who had spoken with Yuki Stone asked James Norris 'Norris Flowery Fox,' clad in flowing white.
“Doctor Mu Wilson, do you think her reaction was normal? Why would she insist on seeing my boss? Could there be some trickery?”
“Good, very good,” Norris Flowery Fox said earnestly.
“What?” The man was taken aback.
“Her Little Leaf Rosewood bracelet is really nice, full of golden stars, with great oil density and quality. It's clear it's a fine piece. I have a similar one, although it's larger than the one she's wearing. Men and women have different wrist sizes; bigger isn't always better. It suits her well.”
“…” Who asked you to comment on her bracelet?
If it weren't for Norris Flowery Fox's respected status, the man really wanted to flip the table.
“Doctor Mu Wilson, what do you think about her–”
“What does it have to do with me? Aren't we squared away financially? I just take care of hypnosis; I don't get involved in your dirty aftermath.”
The man, holding back his irritation and keeping the boss's instruction to treat Doctor Mu Wilson courteously, forced a smile, “Do you think her reaction today was normal? Is it related to your hypnosis?”
“Yes and no. If you say it's yes, it's both yes and no; if you say it's no, then it's no, but also yes and no.”
“…Can you please explain in a way I can understand?”
Norris Flowery Fox pointed in the man's direction with the bracelet he was fiddling with, “Indeed, I did implant a suggestion into her subconscious not to trust anyone. So, she won't release the hawk until she sees the rabbit, meaning she won't give you the notebook until she sees your boss. Technically speaking, that should be normal. However, considering that bracelet of hers, her relationship with Emma Clark is either all good or all bad, with no middle ground. So, it's hard to predict.”
Are all top psychologists so complicated when they speak?
The man pondered for a long time but could only understand the first point; Norris Flowery Fox was implying that Yuki Stone was like a frightened bird now, trusting nobody.
That's what the highly-paid psychological expert said, so it should be fine, right…
The man politely bid Norris Flowery Fox farewell, ready to see to the money for the Stone's transaction.
Norris Flowery Fox shook his head and muttered to the air, “The influence of the subconscious on the conscious mind is thirty thousand times stronger. But sometimes, even thirty thousand times isn't quite enough… When the bracelet is worn on the wrist, how can one not know how to counter thirty thousand times?”
Having already received his payment, Norris Flowery Fox had no interest in following the boring revenge drama.
Yet, considering the potential outcomes with the thirty-thousand-fold effect, Norris Flowery Fox decided to see if the result matched what he expected. After all, he had nothing better to do.
At the cafe, Yuki Stone sat in a corner. She had ordered a juice but didn't drink it, just gazed at its bright color.
She thought of the time when Mrs. Kiara blew up the dormitory walls, and the days they ran wildly together in the mountain village.
Inappropriately, a love poem came to her mind.
Years after this departure
Two young souls
One dazzling moment in time,
One tender year,
Friendship and love always have something in common. The Mrs. Kiara who once dazzled her youthful years, after today, will be gone for years to come, year after year…
Yuki Stone's eyes glistened with moisture as she stared blankly at the fruit juice, not even noticing when someone sat down opposite her.
“Miss Stone.”
A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting across from her, looking slick and shrewd. He placed a briefcase on the table and gestured for Yuki Stone to go ahead.
“No need to bring a lawyer?” Yuki Stone inquired.
The man patted the briefcase and smiled, showing his teeth.
“I am originally a lawyer, and there are some documents that I need Miss Stone to sign next. Before that, Miss Stone wouldn't mind if I check the goods, would you?”
Yuki Stone handed over her notebook, and the man took it with both hands, flipping through it cautiously.
“And the other half? Eh? What is all this?”
The man saw the first page was indeed what Yuki Stone had shown him, but as he looked further down, he began to show surprise.
These were indeed medical records, but obviously not any serious ones!
The handwriting was indeed Kiara's, but it was a mess.
For example, in one page about marriage counseling, the introduction was just one sentence.
“Vixen matched with a dog will last forever, barbecue paired with beer, the more you eat, the merrier.”
Is this, this supposed to be a medical record?
“Mrs. Kiara has a habit; she likes to add her personal emotional judgments to her notebook. She once told me that she treats every consultant objectively at work, but still has her personal preferences in her own time.”
Mrs. Kiara's inner world was much richer than she let on.
She often penned her little rants; when it came to the professional parts, she was usually concise, but her complaints added a touch of flair.
The man even saw that on the page of an X-addiction patient she had written, “My man loves me so much, several times a night, what should I do?”
Then, unbelievably, there was an answer on the back: “Of course, forgive him!!!”
With three exclamation marks, no less.
The corners of the man's mouth twitched.
“Did you get the wrong one?”
“This is her personal notes.”
“Why is the first page so formal? And it's only the first page that has the patient's contact information? What is this mess? Did you bring a fake one?”
“Maybe she was just muddling through in the past couple of years. You'd definitely be interested in the latter half.”
“So where's the latter half?”
“It's right here.”
The man had just thought to say “Bring it here,” when he noticed something was off. Yuki Stone was sitting opposite him, silent; then whose was that voice–
He turned around to see Kiara holding the other half of the notebook, with Olivia Brown standing to her left, Jojo to her right, and Jenny Bailey taking pictures with her SLR camera click-clicking away.
True to her job as a journalist, she found the perfect angle.
Jenny Bailey walked over, nodded to Yuki Stone, who then removed her bracelet and handed it to her. Jenny Bailey twisted something on the clasp, and a mini pinhole camera was detached.
“Mrs. Kiara, can I really keep this?” Jenny Bailey asked, holding the pinhole camera.
“Of course, Aka has plenty of these gadgets.”
Kiara waved to the man, who stood there dumbfounded as if he was a wooden chicken, and then to the scum suffering from a backlash who had tried to play smart with her–how are you doing now?
Seeing Kiara arrive, Yuki Stone gave her a slight smile, “Did I do okay? Is my acting better than in university? Decent collaboration in drawing the snake out of its hole, right?”
Kiara nodded approvingly, “Your undercover performance was spot on, I'll add a drumstick to your boxed lunch when we get back.”
The man finally came to his senses, pointing at Kiara and Tony Stone in astonishment, “You, you guys, you all conspired together?!”
Chapter end
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