Chapter: 334

Had Bethany been standing closer to the man, she would have felt his spit land on her face.

"The compensation amount for the demolition is mainly determined by the area of the land use certificate, and we have already provided the best terms." Bethany was left with no option but to reason with him.

The man scoffed, “Don't think I don't know anything. My house is right at the resort's entrance. If I don't move, your project has to stop. You think you can persuade me with such a meager amount? Go tell your boss I want five million. That's how much it will take for me to leave."

Unfazed by this, Bethany smiled and replied, "Sir, it's obvious that someone tipped you off. But did they also mention that if this deal falls through, we plan to relocate the entrance?"

"You can't trick me!" Despite maintaining his demand for five million, the man's tone was now void of its earlier confidence and arrogance.

"It seems this visit was pointless. I won't trouble you further."

Bethany smiled, turned on her heel, and left without a second thought.

She was employing the simple method of taking a step back to advance.

With all other tactics exhausted, she had to resort to this final strategy.

Once she was back in her car, she took out her phone and called her superior. “Colt, who are all the people who have seen the final project design? The design was leaked, which is why this family refuses to move."

On her way to the car, Bethany had already assessed the situation.

It wasn't difficult to grasp.

The informant was likely a relative of the family or someone financially linked to them, hoping for a cut of the five million.

Colt Flores yelled, "I knew something was off! I'll investigate and get to the bottom of this."

After reporting the situation, Bethany hung up, but instantly received a video call.

Feeling the stuffiness in the car, she rolled down the window with one hand and answered the call with the other.

The screen lit up with a pair of large, grape-like eyes darting around. “Mommy !"*

The sweet, soft voice melted Bethany's heart instantly, washing away her troubles at work instantly. "Yes, sweetheart, did you miss me?"

"Yes! Aunt Aimee won't let me have any chocolate!" Nola Holt, Bethany's daughter, pouted, her lips gleaming with drool. She was already skilled at voicing her complaints.

In the background, Aimee protested, "I already secretly gave you two pieces. If you tell your mommy, she won't give you any!"

Bethany smiled helplessly. “Sweetie, chocolate is bad for your teeth!"

"See? I told you!" Aimee shouted again.

Realizing no one was on her side, Nola started to cry, tears streaming down her face.

Bethany was about to say that it might be okay to give her one more piece when a familiar voice reached her ears.