Everything was within Meg's expectation, including the fact that no one from Family Moreton came out to mess things up.
Meg could understand Geoffrey's feelings. Such a disappointing son had to suffer some hardships, otherwise he would only become a bigger prodigal son.
Ignoring the cursing words of Delmar and Cyril, Meg left the Castellan's Mansion.
Next, it was the Castellan's Mansion's job to lock up the property of these two people. If they couldn't pay it back, they would seal it and auction it directly.
This trick easily earned 60 million, and also solved the misunderstanding. It was killing two birds with one stone.
Meg and Cynthia met in a small hotel room.
"Did … Did you arrange all this?" Cynthia looked at Meg with admiration.
If what she liked about Mag in the past was his cooking and his gentle personality, then what she had seen in the past two days was that he was a wise and resourceful businessman.
Delmar, a wily old fox, and Cyril, a rascal, were actually tricked by him.
30 million copper coins, that was a huge sum of money.
Delmar must have gone bankrupt. As for Cyril, she had probably heard that Family Moreton was rich and imposing. It depended on whether they were willing to pay the ransom.
"You cooperated well." Meg nodded with a smile.
Cynthia blushed, looked at Meg, and whispered, "Then … Then what I wrote about you, is it over?"
"I'm afraid it's not that easy." Meg shook his head, looked at Cynthia and said, "If you do something wrong, you have to pay for it, don't you think so?"
"I …" Cynthia bit her lower lip. She was just an innocent little writer, what could she pay for it? The tens of thousands of copper coins she had were probably nothing in his eyes.
She had sent an apology letter, and she had been a witness, but he still didn't want to let her go?
Looking at Meg who got up and closed the window, her heart thumped nervously. Why did he close the window? Were they afraid that some strange sounds would be heard? What did he want to do? But it was daytime now!
"Come on …"
Cynthia lay down on the bed and opened her hands, tears of resignation rolling down her cheeks.
Her movements were so skillful that it surprised even herself.
Furthermore … why didn't he feel aggrieved or sad? Instead, he felt a little expectant?
She recalled that in her Dainty Wife's book, the first time Xin had an affair with Mr. Mak was also in a small hotel …
Cynthia's face flushed red and her breathing quickened as she thought about how the scenario that she had rehearsed countless times in her mind was about to happen to her.
"This is my first time … Be gentler," she whispered.
"What are you doing?" Meg stood beside the bed with a contract in his hand. He looked at Cynthia, who was lying on the bed with her legs spread out. Her face was inexplicably red, and the corners of her eyes were brimming with tears. He asked curiously, "What first time?"
Cynthia suddenly raised her head and looked at Meg, who was standing beside the bed with a document in his hand instead of a whip. Judging from his serious look, he didn't press down on her like in the book.
She was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood. She quickly clamped her legs together and sat up on the bed.
"Well, I … I mean I …" Cynthia blushed and her eyes wandered. Suddenly, she stared at the document in Meg's hand and asked, "What's this?"
"Oh, this is a contract. Take a look. If there's no problem, sign it." Meg handed over the document in his hand. "Sign it, and our previous grudge will be written off."
Cynthia's heart skipped a beat. A contract? Why did she have to sign a contract? Thinking of Delmar and Cyril, who had just been put in jail by Meg with a contract, Cynthia panicked even more.
She took a closer look and was a little surprised.
This was a commissioned creation contract, which was somewhat similar to the one she had signed with Delmar Publishing.
According to the contract, Meg would commission her to create five works, and each work would be bought out at the price of 200,000 copper coins.
After the five works were finished, she could terminate the contract at any time without any restrictions.
However, there were requirements for the five works. Meg would provide the outlines and Cynthia would create them.
To Cynthia, the price of two hundred thousand copper coins per book was undoubtedly a very generous remuneration.
Normally, it would only take her two months to complete a work. This was a good project that could earn her millions annually!
However, learning from Delmar's mistake, Cynthia read the contract very carefully and made sure that there was no clause that would make her bankrupt or even lose her own life. She still didn't trust it and asked, "There are no hidden clauses, right?"
"Don't worry. I really want to find a partner. I won't do such a thing." Meg nodded with a smile.
"Why me?" Cynthia was still puzzled. Meg shouldn't like her. Why would he give her such a money-making opportunity?
"I'm interested in your talent. Don't think too much." Meg comforted her, fearing that the girl would misunderstand.
"Just my talent? Then what about my beautiful young body? " Cynthia almost blurted out what was in her heart. She held it back and nodded, "You have a good eye."
Cynthia had no choice but to choose to become rich and signed the contract.
"This is the advance payment. You can go home now. Don't move. I'll come to you when I've thought of the outline." Meg handed her a banknote of 100,000 copper coins.
"Thank you, boss." Cynthia accepted the banknote happily. She actually felt that she was being supported. She said casually, "Then come often."
Meg, who had just walked to the door, almost fell out. Why was this line … so familiar?
On the way back to the restaurant, Meg felt relaxed.
The rumors had come to an end for the time being. The chaos in the market should also stop for a while. He had also gotten Cyril into jail. This was killing many birds with one stone.
Even if he couldn't get back all the 60,000,000 copper coins, it was more than enough to build a few school buildings for Hope School.
…
"This plot … Isn't it a little too fast? He just called Mr. Mak a scumbag yesterday, and now he's refuting the rumors? " And the boss of the publishing house has been arrested. "Vivian held the newspaper with a conflicted expression." How should I explain this to Luna? I just told her yesterday that Mr. Mak was a scumbag. Bye bye, bye. The next one will be even better … "
In order to take care of Luna's feelings, she had tried her best. However, this world didn't care about her feelings at all!
"But Mr. Mak's method is pretty good. He sent the boss of the publishing house to jail. Now, no one will dare to spread rumors." Vivian thought that other than Mr. Mak, there shouldn't be anyone else who would be so coincidental as to mess with the boss of the publishing house.
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