Chapter 819 There's More to His Leg!
"I just fell asleep." Francis replied.
The man paused again, "Holding your son?"
Francis closed his eyes briefly, "Yes."
Maybe it was because he reunited with Ryan tonight, he was in a good mood, and even felt a bit more tolerant towards this person he didn't want to deal with.
But the man didn't appreciate it, and sneered, "No."
Francis thought he misheard, "What did you say?"
"I said, you are not allowed to sleep holding him." The man's tone suddenly intensified, filled with an unstoppable chill, "Didn't I tell you, you are not allowed to sleep in someone else's bed?"
Francis's hand under the blanket clenched tightly, his temple throbbing. "You pervert! He's my son!"
"So what?" The man's voice carried an air of arrogance, deep and magnetic, "Francis, allowing you to see your son is already a great mercy. You should be grateful."
It was as if he was saying in another way that if Francis displeased him, he could withdraw this mercy at any time.
Francis's breathing became rapid. He wanted to roar, to curse this shameless man.
But he couldn't, not only because every past rebellion had brought unbearable consequences.
But also because he couldn't even get out of bed and walk out the door right now.
He could only struggle to prop himself up, sit in the wheelchair, and ensure he didn't fall in the process, so as not to wake Ryan.
He was now a useless person who could only depend on others to live.
Francis's hand trembled. If it weren't for the man on the other end of the phone, his legs wouldn't be like this.
Antonio had been blaming himself all these years, thinking he had harmed Francis. But Antonio didn't know that the car accident back then had hidden secrets!
But such secrets were hard for Francis to speak of.
If it weren't for this man, he wouldn't have been wandering for so many years, and in the end, he could only drag his crippled body back, even being restricted from sleeping with Ryan! And he was a complete devil.
Francis knew well that defying him would bring disaster to everyone.
He could only try his best to adjust his emotions and said as calmly as possible, "I won't do anything to upset you, but can you remove the surveillance on me?"
That feeling made him feel like a pet.
"Okay."
"Really?"
He wasn't usually so agreeable.
Sure enough, the man said the next moment, "If I remove the people watching you, then I'll have to watch you myself."
Francis's mood plummeted, "No need."
"You really don't want to see me? But you know, right? How could I let you stay away from me for too long?" There was a cold and dangerous tone in his voice, as if the man would fly to him immediately if Francis dared to say something he didn't want to hear.
Francis took a deep breath, "I'm just afraid you won't adapt to life here, and besides, don't you still have unfinished work?"
The man responded with a hum, his mood somewhat eased.
He casually asked a few questions about Francis's life, all reported by the people monitoring him.
Francis was used to it, answering each question so calmly that no emotion could be detected. Until he hung up , he looked at Ryan in his arms for a long time, unable to sleep.
Francis wondered if he could ever escape this perverted surveillance in his lifetime.
The next morning, Ethan and Harper came downstairs after breakfast and saw Ryan coming out of Francis's room, their eyes widened in surprise. Had Ryan reconciled with Francis?
Harper couldn't help but be curious and pulled Ryan aside to ask.
"My dad has had a hard time before, I don't want to make him unhappy anymore." Ryan looked warmly at Francis in the living room and added, "And he is really nice!"
After saying this, Ethan and Harper also gathered around Francis.
Before leaving, Antonio had instructed them to get along well with Francis and give Ryan and Francis some space.
Now that they had reconciled, they could play together.
For the first time, Francis was surrounded by so many children, and surprisingly, he didn't find it annoying. These kids were well-behaved and smart, and soon they were playing together.
Brian, sitting by the window handling work, was also attracted by their laughter. He closed his laptop and joined them.
Not long after, Brian's assistant came to the house to report work.
Everyone in the living room stopped and quieted down.
Brian was still holding a model airplane, his young voice carrying a bit of steadiness, "Speak."
"Mr. Miller, regarding the project with InnovaTech Solutions, they are now asking for additional investment, saying the startup costs are too high. If we don't invest more, the project can't continue. This is the third time they've asked for money."
Brian paused, looking up. "The same reason as before?"
"Yes."
Brian continued assembling the toy gun model, not speaking, but his eyes showed he was seriously thinking.
Francis glanced at the nervous assistant, then at Brian, and tentatively asked, "Is there a problem with the project?"
"Yes." Brian responded, this time politely putting down the toy and seriously explaining the project's issues.
In the end, apart from InnovaTech Solutions, no one else could do this project, so they were confident and took the opportunity to raise the price.
Francis frowned and quickly said, "If we invest more this time, they might use the same excuse to ask for more money in the future. What will we do then, give or not give?"
"I think the same." Brian nodded in agreement, "So, Uncle, do you have any suggestions?"
He didn't expect that with just a few words, Francis could hit the nail on the head. But the current problem was indeed tricky. Giving the money was a loss, but not giving it was also not an option.
Francis rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Fight back with the same method."
"Since they think we can't do without them, but now the contract is signed, if the project doesn't continue, it's a unilateral breach. We might lose a bit, but they definitely won't profit."
"We might as well give them the money, even more, but after the project profits, they must offer more discounts on the original basis, at least five points."
With this method, they would easily agree.
If they didn't agree, it wouldn't work either.
Brian's eyes lit up; this matched his thoughts.
He turned to his assistant, "Did you hear that? Do as my uncle said, draft another contract as soon as possible, and take the money to negotiate with them."
He hadn't spoken earlier because he was waiting for Francis to ask.
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