Chapter 89

When Yvonne realized Daphne was also present, she fearfully hid in Wilson's embrace, clutching her wound.

"Wilson, why is Daphne here? Since she's already taken that floor, I don't want it anymore."

Her hand trembled as she pressed against the wound; the white gauze quickly reddened. Wilson frowned upon seeing this. "Why are you bleeding again?"

"I'm fine. It'll just hurt for a little while, don't worry. Daphne has the floor, so let's forget about it." Yvonne's voice trembled, and she looked close to tears.

Affecting a pitiful expression, she continued, "Although I love this place, I don't want to upset Daphne again. I wrongly accused her and Zoey, and though I wanted to atone, I failed. I'm sure she's still angry. Wilson, I really want to stay in this industry"

She was clearly implying Daphne was a threat. Wilson narrowed his eyes and said gravely, "Since they haven't signed the contract, it's not finalized. I'll get you whatever you want."

He then turned to Daphne. "Find a new place, Daphne. Yvonne will struggle without a professional team, so you should have this space."

Daphne scoffed. During her six years in the industry, her company had assigned her a mediocre team, a fact Wilson had ignored.

"Can you stop it, Wilson? Stop parading that woman in front of me. Why do you have to take everything from me for her? Can't you just mind your own business?"

Daphne, weary of their antics, turned to Wendy. "Go on, Wendy. Let's sign the contract." Wendy complied, settling on the couch with the contract. But Wilson intervened, slamming the papers onto the table. "Since you're unwilling to let us have it, I'll buy it."

He was prepared to spend tens of millions to purchase the entire floor for Yvonne. Daphne instinctively clenched her fists at his extravagance.

James, hearing he could sell the seventh floor, immediately changed his tune. "I'm sorry, Ms. Yeager, but would you like to see another floor? The fourteenth is available; it's less popular, and I can offer a discount."

Daphne remained silent. She couldn't compete with Wilson's wealth, but she wouldn't let him take this without a fight. She smiled enigmatically, pulled out her phone, and texted Liliana: "I have a business proposal for you. Interested?"

Two minutes later, Daphne looked up calmly. "What's so special about buying the floor? He's not the only one who can. How much is Wilson offering you? I'll double it."

Wilson stared in disbelief, thinking her claim to greater wealth absurd. James was equally astonished. "Are you offering ten million dollars? Ms. Yeager, that's excessive. Besides"

The offer far exceeded the office's value. Only someone like Daphne, throwing a tantrum, would offer such a sum.