"Hey, what kind of expression is that? Those are my 2,000 pounds, not yours."
Dominic could not help but remind Angel.
"Oh, really?"
She pulled the document bag worth 2,000 pounds against her chest and held it tightly.
"Fine, it's everyone's 2,000 pounds. We can split it fifty-fifty. Sonia and I only need half, after all. You need me to take you to a Beyonder gathering and sell this manuscript."
After weighing the difference in their combat strength, Dominic compromised.
If it was split evenly, I'd only get 1,000 pounds?
Angel shook her head. "I think 500 pounds is enough to buy your information and labor. The manuscript is in my hands, so I can slowly look for a buyer, but where are you going to find another manuscript?"
The two held their ground for a while before finally agreeing on a thirty-seventy split. Once the Difference Engine Manuscript was sold, Angel would receive 1,400 pounds, while Dominic and Sonia would get 600.
Dominic's face showed some anger at the sharp drop in income, but it soon turned into helplessness. He personally saw Angel and the Difference Engine Manuscript to the door, his eyes never leaving the document bag.
This made Angel worry that he might impulsively launch an attack. Fortunately, although this "Provoker" had a sharp tongue, he did not do anything foolish in the end.
"Remember, three days from now, Friday at six in the evening. Don't go dying in some filthy ditch and lose our 2,000 pounds."
Even as Angel walked down the stairs, the guy was still diligently acting out his role.
Did he know the Acting Method, or was he simply instinctively behaving in ways that suited his identity and the name of his Potion?
Angel secretly speculated, then casually replied, "They're my 2,000 pounds.