Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 625

"Olive..."

Olive, who had been thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, felt a sudden tap on her arm. She turned to look at Archer, confused.

"Keep an eye on the Madam. I'm going to tell the Boss..."

Olive's face contorted in sheer confusion. "She's clearly winning this match. What are you going to snitch about?"

Archer flashed a wicked grin but said nothing.

Because she was winning, he had to go tattle!

The Boss was probably negotiating the partnership with the Sawyer heir right now.

Any negotiation involved leverage and profit margins.

This was a golden piece of blackmail served right on a silver platter. He needed to hand it to the Boss immediately...

While Archer sprinted down the hall toward the VIP room, Spencer Sawyer was practically sweating through his suit, worn down by Hudson's grueling, unyielding negotiation tactics.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

The door swung open, and Archer burst in, looking thoroughly distressed. "Boss, we have a problem. The young Mr. Sawyer is making bets in the billiards room with Leo Hamilton. He said if he wins, the Madam has to be his girlfriend."

The teacup in Spencer's hand slammed onto the table with a sharp crack, hot liquid splashing over his knuckles. He didn't even flinch.

That reckless idiot!

Did Seth have a death wish?!

Before they arrived, Spencer had warned him a hundred times to keep a low profile in San Francisco and not cause trouble. And the very first thing he does is pull a stunt like this!

Mr. Lancaster's ruthless devotion to his wife was famous all the way in Chicago.

And Seth had practically shoved his head into a meat grinder!

Hudson's brow furrowed slightly. He slowly traced the rim of his cup with one finger, shooting a slow, deliberate look at Archer.

Archer kept his eyes downcast, the picture of respectful innocence, without a hint of a smirk.

Hudson's lips twitched upward. The kid was learning.

"Mr. Sawyer, is this the kind of respect your family brings to the table?" Hudson finally looked up. His voice was flat, but it sent a violent chill down Spencer's spine.

Just moments ago, they had been hashing out a 40/60 split.

The Sawyer family was providing the mines and all the manpower, so they naturally expected sixty percent. Hudson was only supplying the microchip technology, so forty percent was incredibly generous.

But now...

Spencer took a deep breath, knowing that if he didn't bleed a little right now, he wouldn't just lose the deal—Seth might not leave San Francisco with all his limbs attached.

"Mr. Lancaster, I apologize for my brother's lack of discipline. It's a disgrace."

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