"Sixty percent," Dylan Lockwood said, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.
Hayley immediately tensed up.
Grace Winslow squeezed her palm and spoke up. "Mr. Lockwood, you definitely won't lose out by partnering with us. Considering our patent and our designs, taking forty percent isn't taking advantage of you."
"If you feel the need to hesitate, Mr. Lockwood, perhaps we could meet again in a while to discuss it further?"
Hearing this, Dylan Lockwood's lips curved into a smile. "No need. I have faith in your designs, Comrade Winslow. Back in Prospera Town, you managed to make me a fortune with the materials available in that little clothing factory. I trust you can do it again this time."
"Fine, 40-60 it is. I can accept that."
"If neither side has any other issues, shall I have my secretary prepare the contract for you to sign tomorrow?"
Hayley let out a huge sigh of relief. "Yes, no problem. We'll sign tomorrow. Let's meet here again. The tea here is quite good."
