NovelOnlineBowie couldn't help but get carried away when talking about dance. Realizing he might have gone on a bit too long, he cleared his throat and eagerly said, "Flora, if you have any requests or suggestions, just say the word. We can figure it out together." Seeing that Flora was still silent, Bowie's tone turned almost pleading: "Flora, after all I've said, you can't still be uninterested, can you?" Flora finally looked up at Bowie.
Truth be told, fifty million wasn't a big deal to her. She could make that kind of money with a snap of her fingers. Plus, she didn't want to commercialize her dance skills. So, when Samson had called her about this, she turned him down right away.
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Watching the little old man who was still going on about dance, Flora saw a genuine love for it in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Where's the contract?" Knowing Flora had agreed, Bowie excitedly pulled the contract from his briefcase and handed it to her. Flora glanced over it quickly and signed without hesitation.
Bowie was caught off guard by how readily Flora agreed, and for a moment, he felt like it wasn't real. He had been worried he wouldn't be able to convince her, which is why he had roped in Samson to help sway her.
"Fifty million will be transferred to your account within three to five business days," Bowie said, his eyes twinkling as he extended an invitation: "Flora, would you be interested in joining the National Dance Association?" "Not interested." Flora's rejection was immediate. Cynthia almost screamed.
Not interested? How could you not be interested? The National Dance Association was a dream ctrue for so many dancers. Cynthia was one of them. She had always wanted to join and had submitted several applications, but her lack of experience and notable works had led to multiple rejections. Now, the Association was personally reaching out to Flora, and she turned them down! Cynthia felt like her heart was breaking.
Seeing Flora's genuine disinterest, Bowie felt a twinge of regret but didn't push further. He could tell Flora was someone with a strong will, and he didn't want to annoy her by being too insistent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn front of Flora, Bowie felt inexplicably humble. He cleared his throat and spoke in the kindest, most amiable tone, "It's fine if you don't want to join now. If you ever change your mind, just givea call. The doors of the National Dance Association will always be open for you." Bowie handed Flora his business card, assuring her she could call him anytime.
Satisfied that everything was in order, Bowie left, with Samson trailing M behind.
As soon as they were gone, Cynthia couldn't contain herself any longer. She grabbed Flora by the shoulders and shook her vigorously, "Flora, are you even human? You must be ssort of deity! Fifty million! That's fifty million! You're a millionaire now!"
Even at the University of Maple Grove, where everyone's family was swimming in millions if not billions, there were hardly any who could earn fifty million on their own merit just after turning eighteen like Flora did. Rubbing her forehead, Flora said irritably, "Calm down." Like RICH WOMEN? X These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming these rich women will persue you.
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