LATTON's hands are shaking and her palms sweating profusely as she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror.
She could vividly remember her conversation with her mother yesterday, and it left a sour taste in her mouth.
Thalia's words still echo in her mind. “A decade ago I borrowed money from them. I badly needed the money at that time,” she says. Her voice was dry and shaking.
Latton frowns then asks curiously, “How much do you owe them?”
Thalia coughs and then mumbles in a low, timid voice, "250 million. I could sell the Mist Prix, but it would take time, and I'm afraid, given the economy right now, my company doesn't value that much. Also, Boris Petrakov needs the money as soon as possible."
Thalia stared at Latton with a pleading gaze, indirectly hinting at her to lend her money.
