Chapter 3

Mr. Sterling’s face showed a flicker of surprise, then he "hehe-ed" with a laugh.

"I know you're upset your daughter is hurt, but being hotheaded won't solve your family’s problems. Besides, how much money could you possibly have?"

I just stared at him, my gaze grim.

"Name your price."

Mr. Sterling looked even more surprised, then seemed to understand.

"You think our compensation is too little, huh? How about three million? Any more than that, and your daughter just isn't worth it."

I repeated myself.

"I said, I want to buy your son's life. Name your price."

He looked me up and down, then burst into laughter, as if joking.

"Ten million. If you can afford ten million, you can have my son's life. Haha, too bad people like you couldn't save up that much money in this lifetime, let alone the next."

I nodded.

"Ten million. It's a bit expensive for someone like him, but I'll buy his life."

With that, I sent a message to my assistant.

Mr. Sterling scoffed, and even the teachers tried to dissuade me.

"Mr. David, snap out of it. Blake’s family isn't someone you can afford to offend. You might not even be able to pay for your daughter’s medical bills, and you’ll lose your job."

I usually taughtBelle to be modest, but I never expected the teachers at this elite private school to be so disgusting.

No one knew I was the chairman behind Veritas Group. Valerie, as CEO, was just a figurehead.

"I've recorded everything you just said. And I'd like the teachers to be witnesses."

Mr. Sterling was thoroughly annoyed.

"Fine, so you refuse to sign no matter what, huh? Then you won't get a single penny. I’m telling you, my wife has already dispatched Mr. Hayes, Veritas Group's Chief Legal Expert, he's never lost a case."

I nodded again.

"Perfect."

The surrounding teachers looked at me with extremely strange expressions.

"This guy must have gone crazy from his daughter being hit, how pathetic. What a shame, he’s up against the husband of Veritas Group’s CEO. Everyone in New York knows Veritas Group."

As Mr. Sterling grew more triumphant, the parents of another victim arrived.

Mr. Sterling repeated the same demands to them. The child’s parents looked torn.

The child's mother cried, "We can't sign it! Our child is injured all over, how can we just let the perpetrator off? I can't accept it!"

The father sighed,

"But treatment costs money. And how can we fight against a wealthy family like theirs? If we don't sign, we might not get a single cent!"

The mother cried even harder. "My poor child, why are you so unlucky?"

Just as they hesitated, about to sign, I stood up and stopped them.

"Don't sign. He doesn't have the money to compensate you. And I'll cover your children's medical expenses and all future treatment."

The parents looked at me in surprise. Mr. Sterling glared at me, annoyed and mocking.

"What are you talking about? With this black card, two million, even ten million, is a matter of minutes."

Even a teacher grabbed my arm, frowning.

"If you don't take the money, don't stop others. They're much wiser than you."

My gaze was ice-cold, but a smile played on my lips.

"So confident, huh?"

I turned and gripped the father's hand, looking at their sorrowful faces. Tears streamed down my face. We were all parents.

"Have Mr. Sterling swipe the card right now. Otherwise, he doesn't have the money."

The father squeezed my hand back, nodding through his grief.

The elite private school’s finance department quickly brought a POS machine.

"Swipe the card first. The school will transfer it to the parents' accounts."

Mr. Sterling arrogantly raised his hand and swiped the black card on the POS machine.

"Your bank card has been frozen."