If the man's expression had been cold before, a hint of a smile now touched his lips.
"He won't." The mogul of Prax, Mr. Turner, a man often described as an unattainable prize, found the chill in his eyes melting away because of that single sentence. "Smith, pay her."
Smith fumbled for a moment before quickly pulling out his bank card.
"Be generous," Warner's voice was soft, but it couldn't hide the commanding presence he'd cultivated over years of being in power.
Rosalind glanced at him, then at the ever-obedient Smith. "A friend?"
Warner didn't hide it. "A colleague from a branch office."
"Yes! A colleague!" Smith straightened his posture.
Rosalind didn't seem to care. "Alright. The account details are on that sheet of paper."
Smith shifted his gaze slightly to the side. "How much should I transfer?"
"You ask your friend for advice on how much to pay for medical treatment?" Rosalind's smile was playful.
Smith immediately transferred ten thousand dollars. That shouldn't be too much, nor too little.
He had carefully considered the amount, keeping it within the range of a typical wellness treatment package.
When Rosalind heard the notification of the payment, she raised an eyebrow. "You can bring more friends like this in the future."
Despite her words, Rosalind refunded nine thousand nine hundred dollars, then tapped her finger on the promotional blackboard. "The adjustment is one hundred."
Smith was stunned once again. "One hundred?!"
This was completely foreign to him. Back home, nothing was ever this cheap!
"Oh, my heavens!" Smith kept exclaiming.
Grandma Megan, who had just returned after seeing off the neighbors, thought something was wrong. "Rosalind, is he in pain after the adjustment? That shouldn't be."
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