My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging!

Chapter 50: What does it mean?

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Suri Drew always came across as cold and aloof on the outside, but he had seen her cute side several times in private.

“I can’t say for sure since you don’t want to marry me. I can’t…” Yigol Novak seemed to hold back his words, his expression tinged with grievance.

She struggled to rebut: “I, I…”

Wanting to object but not knowing how, she could only feel anxious and her lips unconsciously formed a slight pout.

“Tell me, who is it?” Suri Drew questioned.

Yigol Novak almost burst out laughing. She looked so fierce, like an angry little bunny that couldn’t hurt anyone.

Speaking seriously, he said, “You actually know her. Her name is Suri Drew, much prettier than you. I dream of marrying her. If you won’t marry me, then I’ll go find her.” He sounded as if he really meant it. “She hasn’t agreed to marry you.”

“What does it matter to you if she agrees or not?”

Just as Yigol was enjoying watching her sulk, the young lady suddenly lunged at him, biting his shoulder before he could figure out what was happening. Looking at the indentation left by her bite on his shoulder, Yigol sighed nelp1ess1Y, reannng tms was nis pumsnment ror teasing ner.

“My wife is so fierce, I’m being bullied again.” Looking aggrieved, Yigol turned to Suri Drew and asked, “There’s no poison on your teeth, right? If I get poisoned, I’ll need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

Suri, who had impulsively bitten Yigol, suddenly felt remorseful as she saw the mark she left on his shoulder.

However, her remorse didn’t last long before he opened his mouth to tease again.

Suri tried to suppress both her anger and laughter.

“Fine, I’ll reluctantly help you as a reference. But it’s only a reference, after all, I never thought of marrying you,” Suri Drew said, conceding.

This woman really didn’t say what she meant, did she?

But he liked it.

“Alright, alright, wife, whatever you say.”

“What ideas do you have?” Suri Drew asked.

Yigol Novak thought for a while and replied, “Your ideas are my ideas, however you want to renovate is fine, money is not an issue.”

“Even if money isn’t an issue, there must be a limit, right? What’s your budget?” Suri Drew persisted, unsure of how to envision the details with his vague answer.

‘Whatever you want, 10 million, a hundred million, or even over ten billion dollars are all absolutely fine. No matter how much you can think of, it’s all good,” Yigol replied.

Suri rolled her eyes: “Honey, you’ve blown my mind. With the prices you mentioned, you could build a palace. Are you sure it’s for your wedding house?”

“Yeah, as long as my wife likes it, I can do it. As long as I can buy the land, there’s nothing my wife can’t have.”

“You’re so thick-skinned, always taking advantage of me and lying through your teeth.”

“You asked me, and you don’t believe me anyway. Wife, I’m too wronged.”

“Fine, let’s say money is no issue, just build something like a resort. You can decide on the size,” she suggested.

“As for the layout, like how many buildings, stories, gardens, or other features you want, just follow your ideas.”

“Record all the things you like, and let the designer draw up the blueprint. Once we have it, we can discuss and make any changes needed. Does that sound good?” Yigol Novak asked patiently.

His attitude made Suri Drew’s heart race again.

Whenever she thought of marrying Yigol Novak, her heart would race uncontrollably.

“It has nothing to do with me, I’m just giving you a reference.”

Yigol couldn’t help but laugh again, “Alright, alright, you’re right about everything. Thank you for worrying about my wife and my wedding house.”

“You, if you keep talking like this, I’ll kick you out. I’m tired,” Suri Drew said shyly and angrily.

“Sleep, sleep, the inside of my wife’s bed is so fragrant.”

“Go away; tomorrow, you’ll sleep on the floor.”

Yigol quickly begged for mercy, “Don’t, wife, the floor is too cold; I can only fall asleep holding you.”

Suri Drew shouted in a low voice, “Get lost, or I’ll sweep you out the door if you don’t shut your mouth.”

Could her face get any colder if Yigol kept talking?

The next day.

Yigol prepared breakfast for Suri Drew early in the morning and she left for work with Sana Woods.

Yigol efficiently returned home to catch up on sleep. Just as he was having a merry conversation with the God of Dreams, his phone rang.

Yigol had severe morning grumpiness. His routine was usually quite stable, but last night, he hadn’t slept well due to the late-night disturbance with Suri Drew.

He didn’t hesitate to hang up the call.

Soon, the phone rang again.

Checking the same number he just ignored, Yigol’s anger flared up.

He impatiently answered the call, and if the person on the other end had no matter to discuss, he would definitely give them a piece of his mind.

The person on the other end of the phone waited a while without hearing a sound from Yigol, so they took the initiative to speak: “Hello, are you Mr. Yigol

Novak?”

“I am, what’s up?” Yigol Novak said impatiently.

It took a while for the person on the other end to respond: “Let me introduce myself. I am Zachary Janell, Linda Janell’s father, and a shareholder of Garkin Media.”

Of course, Yigol remembered Linda. He had given a compensation of 1 billion dollars. Although the money could be recovered, he wouldn’t forget her before it came back.

“Is the compensation money not enough?” Yigol asked.

Zachary Janell was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to Yigol’s question.

After a while, Zachary finally spoke, “Mr. Novak, I’ll be direct. What are your intentions regarding my daughter’s situation?”

What, did he get angry?

It occurred to Yigol that since Zachary was a Garkin shareholder, he must have some clout.

“So, Mr. Janell thinks I’ve given too little, is that it?” Yigol asked coldly.

“Does Mr. Novak mean we no longer want to settle this matter peacefully?” Zachary asked.

“Mr. Janell is here for a settlement? I don’t see it that way,” Yigol Novak scoffed.

Zachary Janell went silent again on the other end of the phone.

After some time, Zachary spoke again, “My daughter’s manager said her injury wasn’t that serious. 1 billion dollars in compensation is too much. I will have someone return the money to Mr. Novak, please take back your money.”

“Is my money something you can take and return whenever you want? Even if I kept it in the bank, there would be some interest, right?”bender