Richard stared intently at the two women's faces. He knew that expression all too well.
Under the spell of money, so-called loyalty and principles were nothing more than bargaining chips waiting for the right price.
He had even begun plotting how, once he secured the formula, he could claim these two exquisite Eastern beauties for himself as well.
"Pfft-"
A wildly incongruous burst of laughter shattered Richard's fantasy.
Qin Chuxia doubled over laughing, the half watermelon in her hand shaking so hard she nearly spat its seeds onto Richard's face.
She turned to Song Qiuya, laughing until tears almost spilled from her eyes.
"Qiu Ya-jie, did you hear that? He said he'd give me a billion dollars! US dollars, no less! Hahahaha, I'm dying! Did this old guy just escape from a psychiatric hospital?"
Song Qiuya's lips also curved slightly, her smile carrying a trace of mockery that sent a shiver through Richard.
"Mr. Richard, do you never do any background research before heading out?"
Song Qiuya lifted her glass and took a sip, her tone cool.
"Or is your Johnson & Johnson intelligence network worse than Baidu Baike?"
Richard's smile froze, his brows knotting tightly. "What do you mean? Even a billion US dollars isn't enough to satisfy you? Don't be so greedy!"
Qin Chuxia finally stopped laughing. She set down her watermelon, pulled out a tissue, and slowly wiped her hands.
She stood and walked over to Richard, her beautiful eyes full of pity.
"Old man, a billion US dollars comes to just over seven billion yuan. That certainly sounds like a lot, but do you know who I am?"
Richard froze and asked instinctively, "Aren't you just a legal director?"
Qin Chuxia snorted, pulled her phone from her pocket, opened a family photo, and shoved it right