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How much was this woman worth? What was Vanessa to him?

Faced with such a soul-searching question, Fisk fell silent for a long time, deep in thought. Madam Gao, meanwhile, silently gave Evenson a thumbs-up for his method of naming a price.

Brilliant! Truly brilliant! Everything in this world had a price tag. No matter how important Vanessa was, Fisk surely had a price in his heart. What was the point of naming some outrageously high price? If it greatly exceeded that psychological limit, either Fisk could not afford it or would be unwilling to pay it. Would that not be pointless? Were they supposed to haggle like common street vendors?

And there was no need to fear that Fisk would name too low a price. He had dared take such a risk and come to this company for help, which showed how much weight Vanessa carried in his heart. As long as Fisk wanted to save her, he would not offer too little, or the other side would never agree.

In short, no matter what price Fisk offered, it would not differ too greatly from the acceptable price in his mind.

He understood human nature so thoroughly. He truly was an extraordinary man! Madam Gao secretly admired Evenson.

Actually, Evenson rather admired himself for coming up with this method of naming a price. He knew himself well enough to know that poverty often limited his imagination. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth himself, he would not make much money and would instead be laughed at. So he simply kicked the ball to them. As long as Fisk did not throw out some line about her being his everything, he could just add a little to whatever price they offered.

But just then, before Fisk could name