236: Nothing Much, Just Gonna Make You Go To Hell! (22)

Nothing Much, Just Gonna Make You Go To Hell! (22)

I will never let her off! Never!2

When MK Bank gets back on its feet again, I'll make those who have despised me, go to hell!

Luo Anning, I must make you die a horrible death!

Two and a half hours later, Marquis York was successfully rescued and transferred to the intensive care unit. Laurent felt distressed because of the hefty medical bills.

All real estate and liquid assets in the York's name were frozen from the moment MK declared bankruptcy. The hefty medical bills that she had to foot now, were like nothing to her in the past.

But now… she found them to be extremely expensive.

The doctor pressed her for the bills several times before and gave them some leeway for the deadline of payment, on account of Marquis York's reputation. Laurent was instantly filled with a complicated mix of emotions.

After settling her mother, her mobile phone began to ring because of an incoming call from an unknown number.

She hesitated for a while before picking up.

"Cousin Laurent, how are you doing now?" Hebrew asked while chuckling sinisterly.

"Hebrew!?!" Laurent stood up and asked in disbelief.

…

Half an hour later, they met at a posh Western restaurant.

As soon as Laurent entered, a waiter led her to the spot where Hebrew had selected and reserved. She arrived before Hebrew did. She ordered a cup of coffee and took a sip of it anxiously.

She had never expected to hear her arch nemesis, Hebrew, offering to help her when MK Bank had gone bankrupt.

Although she knew that he had an ulterior motive, she had no choice but to give it a try!

Putting their rivalry aside, the two families were relatives at the end of the day. At this juncture, she had no choice but to take the gamble.

Since it was mealtime, there were quite a few patrons in the restaurant but fortunately, the spot Hebrew selected was rather far away and not easily noticed. Otherwise, she would probably be getting hell, given the current news.

When she was about to finish the cup of coffee, Hebrew finally arrived. Upon sight of her, he smirked insidiously and pulled out the chair before taking a seat.

"Cousin, you're really early. Did I make you wait for too long? That's terrible of me. I ought to be punished for making my beautiful cousin wait for so long."

Hebrew patted his head and grabbed the menu to begin ordering. Staring at him, Laurent finally cut straight to the chase. "Hebrew… Cousin, are you really going to help MK Bank?"

Hebrew looked up and smiled mysteriously. "Of course… but on one condition. I don't know if you'll agree to it or not. If you agree, it won't be hard to clear MK Bank's debts."

Laurent could not help but be tempted by the bait cast out by Hebrew. She asked with a straight face, "Cousin, feel free to name your conditions. I'll agree as long as it's within my means. MK Bank is now a time-bomb. I hope to clear the debts so please tell me what you'd like me to promise you, Cousin."

After ordering some dishes, Hebrew closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter. Pressing his elbows on the table, he scanned her from head to toe and said, "Well, no hurry. Let's eat first. We don't have to rush to get business now. Since I've made you wait, I ought to punish myself by drinking three shots of alcohol."

Laurent had already begun to get a little infuriated but she had no choice but to suppress her anger since she was asking for help. "You're being too formal, Cousin. We're not strangers."

Hebrew smiled and said, "You're right, Cousin. We're family. Ah, right, I forgot to order some alcohol just now. Cousin, go ahead and order what you'd like. It's my treat."

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