"Or perhaps, Miss Hancock, you'd prefer to discuss this with a lawyer. However, by then it might not just be five million..." Evan Saint added coolly.
"But where could I possibly get that kind of money?" Linda Hancock was on the verge of tears. She'd always led a lavish lifestyle, spending most of what she earned from acting and commercials...
"That's Miss Hancock's problem."
"Fine... I agree!" The metallic taste in her throat grew stronger, and Linda Hancock almost coughed up blood.
Evan Saint casually added, "Three days, another 20% if you're late by even one day."
"Three days, where am I supposed to get so much money?"
"That's your problem. But no more than a week, or I can't guarantee I won't get upset and disqualify you from the competition..."
"Three days, three days, I swear I'll return it in three days!" Linda Hancock screamed, disregarding her image; she had to be the champion of the Star Newcomer Contest!
Evan Saint waved to his son, "Sean, let's go."
