CHAPTER 143 DOLPH's POV

I hated dead air more than any other thing during negotiations. Besides that, I hated the way they were acting like they had too many alternatives to choose from. They would simply be left with nothing if I decided to get up and leave.

More than any other thing, I just wished Mr. Fisher would finally choose to be a man and speak. He seemed like he was being remote-controlled by the woman he called his wife.

She seemed to be the reason behind every single bad decision he had made in his family and was about to pioneer yet another bad decision. It was too saddening to watch.

“Well… I guess you wouldn't be accepting this offer. But I would be marrying Tamika anyway.” I said as I got up from the seat. “We would be able to meet at the wedding.”

“Wait…” Mr. Fisher finally spoke up. “It's a deal…”

“What?” Sophia let out in utter disbelief.

“In that case, I would have the money wired to your account,” I said, feeling victorious and proud of Mr. Fisher for making the right decision.

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