The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1007 - 963: 750 Thousand to Buy a Woman_2

The Abbey family didn’t know much about Brett Jacobs, but just by looking at Brett’s appearance—broad shoulders, towering over six feet tall like a mountain—made people feel a sense of awe.

"Brett, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Vivian Abbey was truly afraid they’d be asking for too much. Brett Jacobs had no life plan; he spent money as soon as he earned it. Recently, he had bought her a lot of things, leaving no savings.

"You’ll give whatever amount we ask for?" Mother Abbey asked.

"Naturally, it’s a price I can accept. If you ask for too much, and I don’t have the money, it’s pointless."

"How much are you willing to offer?"

Brett pursed his lips and stayed silent.

Beside him, Vivian felt even worse, feeling like a commodity being sold by her family by the pound.

Fortunately, this man was someone she liked and chose herself; otherwise, she’d rather die.

The Abbey family went into the bedroom to discuss the price. Vivian sat there, her eyes red, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but she couldn’t hold them back.

"Why are you crying?"

This woman is thoughtful and has a strong sense of pride. Brett thought she was angry because he "bought" her, hurting her self-esteem, so he explained, "Don’t overthink it. I didn’t mean to belittle you; I just want to solve the problem.

If we give them enough money at once, they won’t keep bothering you afterward."

"Just wait; they will definitely ask for an exorbitant amount." Vivian knew their personalities all too well.

Brett said nothing.

After about ten minutes, the Abbey family came out, all wearing expressions of joy.

Mother Abbey sat down in her previous position, maintaining her mother-in-law’s posture, and said, "We discussed it, and it has to be at least 750 thousand."

"750 thousand? Are you robbing me?" Vivian said angrily.

"..."

"For 750 thousand, you could buy young models or celebrities. I’m just an old spinster and not good-looking. Don’t waste money on me. Let’s get divorced," Vivian said in a huff.

Brett didn’t argue and said, "Fine, 750 thousand!"

The Abbey family initially thought they were asking for a lot. They didn’t expect him to agree so readily without negotiating.

The Abbey family regretted their decision, thinking they had asked for too little.

Mother Abbey immediately changed her mind, "750 thousand is not enough; it has to be 900 thousand!"

Brett didn’t speak, but his intimidating stare fixed on Mother Abbey. She was someone who bullied the weak but feared the strong, becoming soft when others were tough.

Sister-in-law also said, "Don’t be angry, it’s not about the money; it’s about the gesture.

When President Johnson got engaged, I heard they received more than ten million in dowry...Ten million! Ordinary people can’t earn that in a lifetime."

Mother Abbey also asked, "That President Johnson is so wealthy, your salary from him must be quite a lot, right?"

Vivian sneered, "His money is his own. Just because he has money, does that mean he must give it to me? What’s the logic in that?"

"Child, did you eat gunpowder today?"

"There’s no 750 thousand! I’ll give you a thousand a month, nothing more!

I’m not living any easier than you. I have to pay the mortgage, car loan, and I’m planning to have a child—I have to live too!"

The Abbey family ignored the furious Vivian and said to Brett, "750 thousand is fine, but it has to be a lump sum payment!"

"Alright!"

"Brett!"

Brett said to the Abbey family, "Give me an account number. Within three days, I’ll transfer the 750 thousand to you. But..." Brett’s fierce eyes scanned the Abbey family, warning, "If you don’t keep your promise and still harass my woman, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Mother Abbey put on a face, snorted through her nose, and thought to herself: Her daughter is hers; she doesn’t believe this son-in-law can do anything to her.

Brett turned to Vivian and said, "750 thousand! From now on, you’re mine from head to toe!"

Vivian was "bought" just like that. She didn’t feel insulted, only sorry for him.

"You’ve taken 750 thousand, from now on, you’re no longer my mother-in-law, and you’re not my family!

So if you mess with me, I have my ways to deal with you! When the time comes, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"..."

Brett stood up and said to Vivian, "Let’s go."

"Okay."

The two of them left the Abbey family, hand in hand.

In Vivian’s Volkswagen, sitting in the passenger seat, she couldn’t help but say, "You overpaid; I’m not worth 750 thousand. With 750 thousand, you could support a younger and prettier girl than me."

"As long as I think you’re worth it."

"Brett, I’ll strive to be a good wife to you. I won’t let you regret spending so much to ’buy’ me," Vivian said seriously.

"I thought you’d be angry."

"Why be angry? Over the years, I’ve been working like a horse for them. You’re the only one willing to spend money for me."

Vivian suddenly thought of a very realistic question, "You don’t even have 750 thousand in your account. Where do you plan to get it?"

"I don’t, but Sixth Master does."

"You’re going to borrow money from Sixth Master?"

"After all, he has more money than he can spend."

Having more money than he can spend means he must lend it to you? Vivian realized this man was quite roguish too.

"It’s so much money; we don’t even know when we’ll be able to pay it back.

The mortgage still has thirty years, but the car loan can be paid off by next year." Vivian calculated every expense, thinking about where they could save in the future.

"Just pay it slowly; with so much debt, don’t worry. If we really can’t repay, I don’t think Sixth Master will fuss over a small sum like 750 thousand with me."