Daniel was genuinely shaken by the number Olivia quoted.
In truth, the $70 million internal valuation already included far more than bricks and land—it factored in years of effort, political favors, approvals, and the Will family's social capital. Strip all that away, and Moon Island wouldn't even reach that figure on the open market.
Its only real advantage was its geography: a small peninsula-turned-island, connected to the mainland on one side and surrounded by ocean on the other three. Rare, yes. Coveted, absolutely. But still—small.
If someone had a hundred million to spend, why not buy a flagship oceanfront estate and still have money left over?
Seventy million was already an inflated number.
And now Jason Carter was offering one hundred million dollars.
That alone was enough to make even a man as steady as Daniel hesitate.
As Marx once wrote:When profit reaches 10%, people hesitate; at 50%, they take risks; at 100%, they trample all rules.
Moon Island had cost the Will family just over $45 million all-in.
At $100 million, the profit exceeded 120%.
And this wasn't a gamble. No legal gray areas. No risk. Just a clean deal.
How could a businessman not be tempted?
"Did you say… one hundred million?" Daniel asked again, his tone noticeably softer.
"Yes," Olivia replied calmly. "Mr. Carter is serious. If you agree, full payment can be completed today."
Daniel's breathing slowed, then deepened.
"I understand Mr. Carter's sincerity," he said after a pause. "But Moon Island was meant to be the foundation of the Will family—not a commodity. I need time to consider."
At that moment, footsteps sounded behind him.
Evan Will walked into the room and caught the last part of the conversation. His face darkened instantly.
"That Jason Carter again?" Evan snapped. "First he sends Victor, now he's bothering you directly, Grandpa? Just ignore him."
Daniel covered the microphone and scolded sharply, "You have no right to interrupt."
Evan bristled. "Moon Island is our family residence. I'm part of this family—why shouldn't I speak? He's just waving money around like it gives him authority."
Daniel's gaze hardened."Do you know what price he offered?"
Evan scoffed. "What, sixty million? Seventy?"
"One hundred million dollars."
Evan froze.
The number hit him like a slap.
Even without deep market knowledge, he knew how absurd that was.
Still, pride flared faster than reason.
"So what?" Evan said stubbornly. "Just because he has cash, we should sell our family home? That's humiliation. Our family doesn't lack a mere hundred million."
Daniel's voice turned cold.
"Our home can be rebuilt. Opportunities like this don't appear every year—especially not in this economy. You grew up sheltered. You don't understand how difficult it is to make money when the market tightens."
Evan clenched his fists.
He had just mocked Jason in front of Victor—loudly, confidently.And now his own grandfather was wavering.
If the deal went through, where would that leave his pride?
The room fell silent.
On the other end of the line, Olivia waited patiently—unhurried, unpressured.
As if she already knew the answer would come.
"In the future, if we attend a gala and run into Jason Carter," Evan Will said bitterly, "people will definitely joke, 'Didn't your family home get bought by him? Does that mean you have to bow when you see him?'"
But Daniel Will didn't even glance at him.
Evan had never held much authority within the Will family to begin with. His words carried emotion, not weight.
Daniel Will picked up the phone and called his eldest son—Evan's father. The two spoke for less than ten minutes, but when the call ended, their expressions were identical.
They were wavering.
Not because of intimidation.Not because of pressure.
But because the price was absurdly high.
Just as Daniel Will was still weighing the pros and cons, Olivia called again.
"Mr. Will," she said calmly, "my young master asked me to relay that he is willing to add another ten million dollars. The final price would be 110 million."
Daniel's eyelids twitched violently.
This time, there was no hesitation left.
If seventy million had shaken his resolve, 110 million shattered it completely.
He made the decision on the spot.
Sell.
Not because he was selling the Will family's pride—but because the other party was offering far more than Moon Island was worth.
He didn't try to squeeze out a higher number. At this level, greed could easily backfire. Daniel understood something very clearly: a man who raised his offer twice without blinking might also withdraw just as decisively if annoyed.
"Mr. Carter is truly sincere," Daniel said slowly. "But there's one thing I need to confirm. Can the full payment really be completed today?"
It was a reasonable concern.
Even families worth billions rarely held 110 million dollars in immediately available cash.
Before Olivia could answer, Evan burst out again.
"Grandpa, you can't be serious! This is the Will family's future home!"
Daniel didn't bother responding.
He simply waved his hand.
The butler stepped forward and calmly escorted Evan out of the room.
Olivia's voice remained steady. "Yes. After the contract is signed and ownership is transferred, the full amount will be credited today."
Daniel closed his eyes briefly.
Then he opened them.
"Alright," he said. "Deal."
That same afternoon, Daniel personally arrived near Moon Island to meet Jason Carter.
The contract was signed without unnecessary ceremony.
They went straight to the local property registration office to complete the transfer.
For ordinary people, property transfers meant endless queues and weeks of waiting.
For Daniel and Jason Carter?
The process moved as smoothly as water flowing downhill.
Especially for Jason—at this point, calling him the local king wouldn't have been an exaggeration.
Once the transfer was finalized, Jason wired the first portion of the payment. The remaining balance followed immediately.
When Daniel saw $110,000,000 reflected in his account, his lips curved into a smile he couldn't suppress.
Moon Island was no longer the there family's.
But neither regret nor resentment followed.
Jason Carter, for his part, was fully aware that Moon Island wasn't worth 110 million on paper.
If he wanted, he could have used influence, leverage, or time to force a lower price.
But the Will family hadn't offended him. They hadn't bullied anyone. They simply didn't want to sell.
That wasn't a sin.
And Jason had no interest in turning potential allies into enemies over something that could be resolved with money.
Why make enemies when ten or twenty million dollars could buy goodwill?
Especially when the island's true value—the spiritual energy beneath it—made the deal priceless.
Even without a Spirit Gathering Array, anyone living there long-term would benefit in health and vitality. Consider the extra money… compensation.
Victor learned the news soon after.
He was already surprised that the Will family had agreed so quickly.
After all, Moon Island had been coveted by countless wealthy figures over the years—and all had been refused.
Then he heard the final price.
Victor went silent.
No wonder they sold.
Jason Carter hadn't persuaded them.
He had simply paid too much to refuse.
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