Arnold signed at the end of the contract, using the signature: Governor!
The red envelope did not even look at it before putting the contract away. To her, it did not matter what name the cursed person signed, even if it was just random scribbling.
Because she held the final right of interpretation.
"The contract has been signed. My servant Hebrew, state your wish, and I will grant it."
Hearing the name Satan had casually made up, Russell rolled his eyes. One could tell at a glance that Hell and Heaven were the same company.
"Lady Satan, I hope you will call me 'Governor' instead of Hebrew."
"Fine, Hebrew. State your wish!"
Arnold pondered for a moment, then said in one breath, "I hope John Connor, whose juvenile criminal record has been erased, and his mother Sarah Connor, who has no criminal record, can live in a wealthy family."
"John Connor, whose juvenile criminal record has been erased; Sarah Connor, who has no criminal record; a wealthy family..."
Satan counted on her fingers. "Hebrew, even if you say it all in one breath, that does not change the fact that these are three wishes."
Arnold: "..."
He had no answer!
"Ahem, Miss Satan, let me cut in."
Russell coughed lightly and said to Satan, "On the surface, Arnold has three wishes, but this is America, the land where dreams come true and miracles happen. With money, anything is possible."
"So?"
Russell shrugged. "So, his wish can be summed up as being extremely rich—rich enough that everyone ignores John's juvenile criminal record, as well as all of Ms. Conner's prior offenses."
Satan sincerely sighed. "Honestly, it would be a shame if you did not become a devil."
"Pretty much!"
Russell raised his eyebrows at Satan. "To be honest, my recent dream