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shing a strained, almost apologetic smile, the owner muttered, “Well, it’splicated. Our firm hasn’t been pulling in many contracts, and we’re a bit short on funds for such a hefty advance.”

“You could have led with that. Look, if it’s just a matter of money, then it’s hardly an issue. Take care of what’s important without wasting time!”

Checking her phone, Lise noticed her bnce was slightly above a hundred thousand. Her finances were mostly locked in various investments, leaving her rather strapped for readily avable cash. After mulling it over for a bit, she decided to send a message to Kristopher on WhatsApp.

“Kristopher, I’ve stumbled across an exceptional script. Unfortunately, the author insists on a hefty sixty percent upfront.”

It didn’t take long for Kristopher to reply, his curiosity evident.

“How much are we talking about?”

“Six hundred thousand.”

Raising the price over such a small thing was thest thing on Lise’s mind. Her real ambition stretched beyond mere tens or hundreds of thousands. She yearned to earn the title of Mrs. Norris.

On the other side, Carrie had been waiting anxiously, her patience thinning. Just as she resolved to write off the deal, her phone buzzed—a notification from WhatsApp unveiling an electronic contract.

“Kindly examine the contract. Upon your signature, I’ll initiate the funds transfer without dy,” the owner of the scriptpany remarked, cutting straight to the chase.

With meticulous care, Carrie perused the contract. Satisfied that it was all in order, she signed it decisively. Momentster, a notification chimed on her phone, announcing a substantial deposit of six hundred thousand dors. Seizing the moment, Carrie immediately ryed the amount into Kristopher’s ount.

Meanwhile, at the Bayview Vi, Kristopher gazed at the two transaction records disyed on his phone, his intuition nagging at him that something was amiss. Identical amounts of money shed simultaneously, taunting him with their synchrony. His long fingers drummed a chaotic rhythm on the table, betraying his unrest. He obsessively toggled between the records, feeling the anomaly but unable to identify it. The same amount had been transferred and received in a span of less than ten minutes.

Merely hours earlier, Carrie had been in negotiations with the doctor, pleading for a postponement of the treatment charges, and now, suddenly, she possessed an additional six hundred thousand. This was distinctly odd. Certainly, Carrie and Lise had no known ties.

“It’s probably just a random chance,” he muttered to himself. However, the perfection of the coincidence seemed imusible.

Nearby, Oliver paused thoughtfully before dialing Carrie’s number and extending the phone towards Kristopher. “Perhaps you should inform Mrs. Norris about thepleted transfer,” he suggested gently.

Kristopher merely arched an eyebrow, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Since when do I concern myself with six hundred thousand?”

He was ustomed to not personally acknowledging even the influx of funds for billion-dor projects. Oliver remained silent, bearing Kristopher’s brusque mood, still offering the phone persistently.

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