The Rotten Egg That Is About To Break

"I don't really know about business but…" Margaret turned to look at Blake with hopeful eyes, "his manager said, they really need a fund around one…"

"One…?" Blake's eyes furrowed. He felt the urge to end this conversation as fast as he could. Marissa was surely mad at him because of the stupid question he gave her just now. Wasting more time here was like growing more misunderstanding between them.

"Hundred thousand…" Margaret bit her lip after saying the amount. She was sure it was not much for Blake but she was worried as she looked at the difference in his eyes this time.

"Okay…go back with Archer…I will transfer the money to you…" He opened the door.

"Blake, wait, I have one more thing to ask you…" Margaret held onto Blake's arm gently, stopping him from stepping out of the car.

"What is it mom?" Blake tried his best to not show any expression on his face.