Chapter 782 Have a big talk

If she was suddenly enlightened previously, now Esmae was really positive.

Having determined to do something about it, Esmae took a long look at her husband and daughter, turned back to her room, picked up her cell phone, and made a call.

At 2:30 p. m., after Chris had fallen asleep from his customary nap, Esmae dressed and left the room. Had Spencer been punctual, he would have been waiting for her in the cafe on the seventh floor of the hotel.

The coffee shop was simple but not luxurious, and the guests were well-dressed and polite, but Esmae saw a magnificent brute as soon as she entered.

Near the window, Spencer was sipping his coffee. It was April and spring was in full bloom. There had been a light rain last night, so the sun seemed to be particularly warm and mild today. How could he be in a bad mood? Especially after Esmae deigned to call him to negotiate a deal.

Esmae walked over to Spencer and looked him over before she could say a word.

Dressed in a dark blue striped suit, with neatly combed hair and a handsome face with a shallow smile, he looked like he was on a high!

The thought that Lucia and the baby were still missing, that all who cared about them could not sleep, and that he was so pleased with himself, enraged Esmae, and she said in a low voice, "Spencer, you look like you're in a good mood."

Spencer looked over at Esmae's angry eyes, but he didn't care. He laughed,

"It's a nice day, so I'm in a good mood."

Esmae glanced askance at him, sat down across from him without being asked, and said coldly,

"Can Lucia see the weather now?"

"She's on vacation, so she'll get a better view," Spencer said quickly, in a voice that couldn't have been more disingenuous.

Esmae snorted and said, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Spencer looked up and smiled.

"Ms. Wilson, don't you want a coffee?"

"Don't give me that," Esmae's voice grew louder. "Don't beat around the bush. Just make the offer."

"I was afraid you wouldn't," Spencer said with a smile.

"Do you know you're a big talker?" Esmae scoffed.

"Big talker?" Spencer repeated Esmae's words lightly. He leaned back in his seat lazily and said,

"I've had a few modest deals from you from time to time. It's not enough to send beggars away. When have I been a big talker?" Esmae frowned. She didn't want to hear any more of Spencer's complaints or explain why she had been so wary of him.

"Conditions."

"Since you're so straightforward, I won't say anything more," Spencer said. The smile on his face immediately faded, revealing his original strange look.

"I want the Brown family to help me fight Davonnis Corp and promise to take over as president of Davonnis Corp within a year. Is that too much to ask?" "No way!" Esmae, who had let go of her hatred, said simply,

"The Brown family's business has been passed down from generation to generation. I'm just married into their family and have no right to decide the fate of the entire family. Chris will never allow me to joke about the family's business. I can give you money directly. Just give me a number."

"No," Spencer said gloomily,

"I can get the money myself, but if I'm going to take down Davonnis Corp, I'm going to need the help of a respected family like the Brown family, or I can't convince anyone else to help me. I don't care how you try to convince your husband, but this is my deal, or you'll never see Lucia or the bastard again!"

"Spencer, aren't you afraid I'm going to call the police?" Esmae said angrily.

"Call the police?" Spencer sneered as if he had heard something funny. He asked Esmae,

"On what charge? Taking my fiancee and daughter on a trip? Ms. Wilson, who in Athegate doesn't know that Lucia is my woman? If you go to the police station and accuse me of kidnapping my fiancee and daughter, will they pay attention to you?"

Esmae was about to bite the bullet, because Spencer was now negotiating with all the capital she had given herself!

Shooting herself in the foot was Esmae's truest mood right now.

Seeing Esmae's angry eyes, Spencer smiled again and whispered to Esmae in a voice that sounded like a siren,

"Ms. Wilson, there's no harm in helping me. Once we're done, I can take back what's mine. After the collapse of Davies Group, Lucia and Arthur are no longer able to do anything. Your revenge can be avenged, which is good for both of us, right? Maybe you think I went too far now, but when you think about it, you'll know I had a good intention."

What a good intention!

Esmae swore in her heart that he was nothing but a cunning and treacherous person!

"Well," continued Spencer, seeing that Esmae was silent, "Do you think I'm making a lot of sense?"

"I need time to think about it," Esmae said after a long silence.

"Think about it?" Spencer scowled.

"I'm sorry. This isn't a shopping trip. You can stand in front of the counter and think about it. You're Lucia's godmother, and you know her best. Can she wait that long? If she tries to fight back, and she's carrying the bastard, who's gonna get the short end of the stick? Who's the victim?"

Spencer said it so that Esmae couldn't unfurl her brows. owns this text.

"I'll only give you two days to convince your husband," Spencer said. He knew that Arthur had been looking for Lucia and the baby, and if he did find them, it was impossible to know. So it was imperative that he reach an agreement with Esmae as soon as possible.

"If you don't give me an answer in two days, I will send Lucia and the bastard away, and after that, you will never see each other again!"

"OK, I'll give you the answer in two days!" Esmae said without hesitation. At least now she knew what Spencer wanted.

"And," Spencer said before the conversation ended, "If Mr. Brown agrees, we need to sign a formal agreement with me. I won't believe what you say."