Chapter: 1018

"Mr. Sullivan..."

Victor smiled a bit and replied, "Yes? Can you see it now?"

Joey nodded, but still didn't look at the oven. Instead, he looked down at the hand holding him up. Victor's voice made him realize that his father was holding him. He didn't know how to react.

Victor's strong arms around him made him feel very comfortable and secure. He knew that he wasn't going to fall no matter what happened.

Was this the feeling of being held by his father? Truth was, it wasn't comfortable to be held like that but the fact that it was

Victor, made Joey like it.

The owner packed the food up fast and said, “There you go, That will be sixty dollars in total."

Victor took out his wallet and paid the money. Then, he used his free hand to pick the to-go boxes from the owner.

“There are some tables and chairs just up ahead. You can sit there and eat peacefully. These are extremely delicious when they are hot.

If you think the food is delicious, you are welcome anytime!" the owner said enthusiastically as he waved at them.

Joey thanked the owner politely as Victor turned around to leave..

There was still a long way to go before they reached the tables and chairs. Joey thought that Victor would put him down now that he didn't need to be carried anymore, so he became a little upset and was reluctant to leave Victor's arms.

“What else do you want to eat?" Victor asked in a low voice, trying to cheer him up.

Seeing that Victor was walking forward with his arms still firmly around him, Joey immediately understood that he had no intentions of putting him down. His eyes lit up at the realization and he took the initiative to put his arms around Victor's neck. He then boldly instructed Victor to hold him as they looked around the other stalls and bought a lot of things

Rachel followed them all the time with out saying anything.

Looking at the two from behind, she pursed her lips as she tried to contain the mixed feelings inside her heart.

In the VIP ward of the hospital

Susan's face turned white as the blood drained from it. She looked at the long list in her hands, which contained all the brands that had terminated their endorsement contracts with her.

“According to the preliminary estimate of the company's operation department, the liquidated damages will reach up to one hundred million dollars." Becky stood beside the sickbed.

"And this is only a part of it. There are some notices of termination which will be sent to the company soon enough. If they ask for liquidated damages, the amount will be more than that."

"One hundred million dollars... No, that's impossible! Why should they ask for liquidated damages? This is extortion. They want to terminate their cooperation with us. They are taking advantage of my problems for their benefit! This isn't right. I won't pay the money.

I won't pay a single penny!" Susan's shock at the numbers turned to anger. In a snap, she tore the list in her hand in half.

Becky just stared at Susan who was shouting at the top of her lungs.

Coupled with her disheveled hair, Susan could have been mistaken for a madwoman. Becky had endured a lot of her tantrums but now she didn't care. Her eyes were cold when she said, "You can choose to pay it or not, but the company will not help you pay for any of the damages."

"What did you say? What do you mean that the company won't help me?