Chapter 11 Damn contract

The good for nothing doesn't know how much the car is worth–Everyone thought.

A lot of workers in the Lance group wished Floyd Galen dashed them instead of throwing it away in a bet with a beggar.

"Let's celebrate after Sawyer, the deal is yours I can smell it from afar."

Warren runs his hand through his hair with a sensitive look at Sawyer's response.

He didn't expect her to be super excited, although he knew she wanted Floyd to be served a dose of his own medicine.

Sawyer walked to the living room looking exhausted, her eye bag puffy and she looked up at Warren. "You were an accountant at your former workplace, can you glance through the proposal I prepared for the Welsh group."

"What contract Sawyer? Don't tell me it's what I just heard?"

Sawyer nods, affirming her mother's suspicion.

Sawyer's mother, Isla rolled her eyes, her father had barely spoken since Warren came into their house. "You took on the contract with Welsh! That is stupid."

The Welsh group sends shivers through ev
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