"So there's nothing I can do?" Jason asked again, on his end ropes.
"... Actually," Adele broke out in a grin.
"... there is something we can do," she said with the grin plastered across her face.
"And you waited till now to tell me this?" Jason asked.
"Something tells me I'll not like this idea," he muttered.
"Actually, less of something we can do, but more of an if things fall into place kind of thing," Adele tried to explain.
"Just tell me what it is," Jason groaned, ready to hear out any type of idea at this point.
"Well. Let's first start with your demands. You don't want Oporto to make too much money from selling you, which is the exact opposite of what Oporto wants, as they want to cash out on you, even though they don't deserve it," Adele began.
"They definitely don't deserve to profit as much as they are asking for, but they did bring me into professional football so they deserve a little bit," Jason muttered in a low voice, not disturbing Adele's explanation.
