Hans had received at least three calls from the man and had finally found the time today to report it.
Andres didn't slow his pace. "Which Grover?"
Hans quickly replied, "The head of the Grover family, Thatcher."
Andres sneered and replied with two words. "Reject him."
Anyone with the surname Grover made Andres physically sick.
Especially Nancy. She was so maliciously depraved, yet he couldn't just have her humanely destroyed. It was truly a shame.
As for compensation, he didn't need it at all.
The White family lacked everything but money.
Nancy had used such a despicable method to orchestrate Maeve's imprisonment. This wasn't a debt Thatcher could settle with a fancy dinner and a few empty apologies.
Hans had expected exactly this outcome.
"Understood, Boss. I know what to do."
Returning to his office, Andres sat in his leather chair, opened a drawer, and took out an exquisitely wrapped small box.
"The new year is almost here, and some debts need to be paid. This is my return gift to Nancy. Find a time and have someone deliver it to her."
The carefully prepared gift from Andres soon reached Nancy's hands.
The box was small, and the outer packaging was elegant.
Hearing that the gift was sent by Andres, a flicker of hope crossed Nancy's eyes.
Because her hands, stripped of their fingernails, were still aching, her movements were clumsy as she unwrapped it.
While opening the gift, various scenarios flashed through her mind.
Could it be an engagement ring?
Although the guess was incredibly bold, it wasn't entirely impossible.
Andres carried the fate of the White Group on his shoulders.
Making an enemy out of her for Maeve's sake, and missing the chance to ally with the Grover family, was a terrible business move no matter how you looked at it.
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