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.
