Chapter 331: Slave Contract

Wearing a resolute expression, he spoke firmly. “Even if it means forgoing sleep and starving myself, I absolutely won’t allow you and Mom to suffer because of me!”

Jillian was almost moved to tears, seeing Nathan’s change.

However, Tristan emerged and said unceremoniously, “Kid, you better stop bragging. A deadbeat like you can forget about earning fifty million in five years. You wouldn’t even be able to make five hundred thousand.”

“Who said so?” Nathan was enraged.

Tristan chuckled nonchalantly, “I said so.”

“You!” Overwhelmed with anger, Nathan could barely speak.

“I was just stating the truth. Look at yourself in the mirror. What can you really do?” Tristan bluntly mocked.

Nathan found himself speechless; Tristan was right. After much contemplation, he realized he had no particular skills. He sighed.

Having anticipated his reaction, Tristan chuckled. “See? Like I said, you don’t have any skills. How are you going to earn fifty million?”

“Are you done?” Nathan’s irritation flared. “That’s none of your business. I’ll find a way on my own.”

“Heh, what could you possibly do?” Tristan said mockingly.

Nathan was so furious he almost passed out.

At that moment, Tristan spoke again. “Of course, it’s not hopeless. That is, unless you’re willing to listen to me.”

“Listen to you?” Nathan was puzzled. “Why should I listen to you?”

“Because I can ensure you make fifty million within five years,” he said, wearing a confident smile.

Nathan wavered, seeing that smile. Swallowing nervously, he asked, “What solutions do you have?”

Tristan grinned. “I can teach you, but first, you have to sign a document—a slave contract.”

“A slave contract?” Nathan furrowed his brows in confusion.

Nathan frowned. “So I’m supposed to sell myself? But this contract will only last for five years. It’s actually worthwhile if I can repay the forty-million-dollar debt in five years, especially if Jillian and Mom can be spared.”

Hence, Nathan nodded. “All right. Let’s do that then.”

With that, the matter was resolved. Upon hearing this, both Jillian and Madelyn breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Tristan’s turn to get busy. In reality, he was quite troubled. Making fifty million in five years was incredibly difficult for most people. However, his ultimate goal was simply to help Nathan find his motivation. That would be enough.

After everything was settled, Jillian and her mother expressed their profound gratitude to Madelyn.

“Ms. Thornton, I’m truly sorry for troubling you once again,” said Fiona.

“Madelyn, thank you for everything,” Jillian said with a smile.

Madelyn waved her hand dismissively. “Hey, we’re all friends here. Helping each other out is only natural. You guys don’t need to thank me.”

They exchanged smiles. After settling everything, Madelyn headed to Lockhart Group to meet Sebastian.

At that moment, Sebastian was swamped with work. He spared a moment to glance at Madelyn before immersing himself in work again. Madelyn was slightly dissatisfied.

At that moment, Malcolm rushed in, breathlessly reporting, “Mr. Lockhart, I’m sorry, I couldn’t find Mr. Gilbert.”

Sebastian frowned. “Got it, you may leave now.”

“What’s going on?” Madelyn sensed something was amiss.

However, Sebastian clearly didn’t want to explain. Malcolm quietly excused himself. Although she wasn’t fully aware of the specifics, Madelyn could make a rough guess: Wesley and Sebastian were probably fighting again.

Instead of asking more questions, Madelyn slipped outside and called out to Malcolm. “Hey, Malcolm! Did something happen between Sebastian and Wesley?”

Madelyn immediately asked in anger.

Frightened, Malcolm hesitated. “Sorry, Mr. Lockhart. A couple of days ago, Mr. Lockhart and Mr. Gilbert had a major disagreement. Ever since, Mr. Gilbert hasn’t returned to the company. Mr. Lockhart has had to shoulder all the work himself.”

Madelyn knitted her brows. I thought Wesley and Sebastian were the best of friends. They know each other best and work seamlessly together. What on earth could have caused them to argue?

She asked, puzzled, “Malcolm, do you know why they argued?”

“Um…” Malcolm hesitated.

Irritated with his indecisiveness, Madelyn threatened, “Tell me what you know and stop stuttering. If you don’t, you’ll regret it.”

Malcolm jumped, spilling the beans with a troubled expression. “Um… It might be because of you…”

“Because of me?” Madelyn was bewildered. “What does that have to do with me?”

Malcolm sighed and roughly recounted the situation. It turned out that Wesley had tricked Madelyn previously, so Sebastian sought him out to settle the score. However, their discussion fell through, and after a heated argument, Wesley vanished.

What the f*ck? What on earth was that all about? Madelyn was immediately filled with frustration.

Following that, she stormed to the finance department to find Harriet.

“Ms. Moore, do you happen to know where Wesley has gone?” Madelyn asked upon entering the room.

Harriet cast a disdainful glance. “How would I know?”

Madelyn snorted coldly. “If even you don’t know, then no one else does.”

“So what?” Harriet smiled provocatively. “Even if I do know, why should I tell you?”

“You!” Madelyn flew into a rage, but suppressed her anger, forcing a smile. “Fine. Even if you don’t tell me, I can still find him.”

Having said that, Madelyn left, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Wesley’s house.