"Twenty million yen?"
Even Beichuan Si couldn't help but gape, and Shen Gu Mirai's eyes widened as well.
For Mirai, twenty million yen was an amount that, while not crippling to her family's finances, meant that they would no longer be able to make large expenditures for a while.
But here was Nakajima Michika, casually mentioning a sum of twenty million yen...
Should one say, as expected of a representative contemporary female singer? She truly had a terrifyingly lavish disposition.
Although Mirai wanted to tell Mr. Temple that he was not a man to be swayed by money, to not use money to threaten him—this was simply too much.
And Mr. Temple had been rather short on cash from the beginning.
Mirai cautiously glanced at Beichuan Si's expression.
What happened next surprised her even more.
Beichuan Si's face was as calm as still water, his gaze steady and untroubled, as if the offered reward could not sway his heart, firm as a rock.
