Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163

Rosemary took out her phone to answer a call, only speaking after Romeo had left, "Jack."

[Rosemary, it’s day 10! If the Harris don’t pay up, Fiona is going to take them to court!]

Rosemary remembered that.

Fiona had signed a contract with Yolanda before, hoping that Yolanda could be the spokesperson for their piano brand. But there was a clause in the contract that Yolanda couldn’t have any negative news

during the contract period; otherwise, she would have to pay ten times the breach of contract penalty.

Yolanda was accused of plagiarism, violating the terms of the contract. Fiona demanded that the Harris pay five million in compensation within ten days, or she would take the matter to court.

Today was the last day.

[Should we sit back and see how Fiona handles this?]

"It’s not time yet." Rosemary answered indifferently, "Stick to the original plan."

[Okay.]

At this point, the Harri family was in a bind. They had never expected that of the 8 downtown stores they planned to sell, not a single one had been sold. Ten days had passed, and there were no interested buyers.

"Could Rosemary be pulling strings behind the scenes? Otherwise, how could there be no buyers for the stores in ten days?"

Olga Harri was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof, but Attlee slammed the table.

"Enough! Can you stop blaming everything on Rosemary? Even if she has some connections, she can’t possibly stop all buyers from purchasing the stores! It’s a market issue, not Rosemary’s problem! Why are you always targeting her?"

"Then you tell me, why can’t our stores be sold? Those are prime locations downtown! The market price is two hundred and fifty thousand each; we’ve already dropped the price to two hundred

thousand!"

"You’re asking me, how would I know?" Attlee had had enough. For ten days, he had not eaten properly or slept well.

He didn’t understand why their once smooth life had turned into such a mess.

Since Rosemary left the house in less than a month’s time, their life had turned upside down and become so terrible.

Attlee couldn’t help but recall the past. It seemed that the Harris business had only started to improve and become more successful after Rosemary came.

Ever since she left, everything has gone downhill.

"What should we do? In another hour, Fiona is going to sue us! They’ve already prepared the legal documents!" Olga was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. "Once they post the legal documents on their official account, everyone will know about Yolanda’s plagiarism. Not only will her reputation be affected, but even Harris reputation will be hit."

Attlee held his temples in pain. Listening to Olga’s nagging in his ear, his mood became even more irritable.

"In this way, the six hundred thousand we paid to Rosemary before was a complete waste."

Yolanda also started to feel scared and uneasy."

It’s all Rosemary’s fault; everything was fine at home without her.

"Can you call the real estate agent again?" Olga begged, "Only half an hour left!".

"I called 20 minutes ago."

"Reach out to them again!" Olga thought of a person suddenly popping into her mind. "The guy who bought the house and shop from us last time should go check with the agent. See if they still have his contact info; ask if he’s still interested in buying, even if we have to knock down the price a bit."

As long as the other party could cough up five million to bail them out, they’d have to grit their teeth and take it!

Attlee also felt a flicker of hope. Last time, the guy wired him six million in no time.

This meant this guy was loaded, probably on par with him

Not a regular Joe!

"What are you still doing standing there? Make the call!" As Olga said this, she anxiously checked the time–only 26 minutes left!

Attlee called the agent, who said he would have to check with the guy, so all Attlee could do was wait.

"With only seven minutes left, why was there still no word from the agent? The guy didn’t fall asleep, did he?" Olga remembered that last time it was around this hour, the guy was about to hit the sack.

Just then, Attlee’s phone rang. He quickly answered, "What’s the word?"

"I told the gentleman the location and price of your eight downtown shops. He said if he can get them for five million, he’ll wire the money right away."

"Wha-? Five million?" Although Attlee was prepared for the guy to haggle, he didn’t expect the guy to cut the price even deeper than last time. Eight shops, totaling sixteen million dollars, and the guy

wanted to snatch them up for just five million?

"Agree to it; agree to it quickly. Although Olga didn’t know how much the guy was offering, at this point, she couldn’t care more about that. Their daughter’s reputation was at stake, and she cared a lot about saving face; she didn’t want to be the laughingstock.

Attlee was in agony, still hesitating. Last time, fourteen shops and four luxury houses, with a total value of eighteen million, ended up selling for only six million. Now, if he sells the eight shops for just five million.

That meant he’d be down a total of twenty–three million!

"Please." Olga was desperate, pleading quietly, "We can always make more money, but reputation–once it’s damaged, it’s hard to regain!"

In the end, Attlee bit the bullet and agreed.

In the last minute, he received a notification of a five–million–dollar transfer on his phone.

Olga broke into a smile amidst her tears and quickly transferred the money to Fiona. After making the transfer, she tried to reach out to Fiona to let her know the money was sent, but she had already been blocked.

"The Harris family’s empire is going down because of me." Attlee was heartbroken, covering his face and looking like he had aged ten years overnight.

"Dad, I’m sorry." This was the second time Yolanda saw her dad so despondent!

The first time was when they had to pay Melody six million. That night, Attlee was in a world of pain.

To him, money was as important as his life.

"Dad, I know I messed up. I’ll work hard and bring more honor to our family! I promise."

Attlee said quietly, "I’m afraid we don’t have that much time left."

"Why?"

Attlee sighed, then said, "No one’s buying our clothes; we’re not getting any new partnerships; and our old partners are thinking about terminating contracts. We’re almost out of properties and shops to sell!

Everything’s going down the drain "

"Don’t scare yourself!" Olga pondered for a bit, then decided, "Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow! I heard that the old lady wakes up sometimes lately, even though it’s brief. As long as she’s conscious, that’s good!"