章 42: Chapter 42: Tasteless

At this moment, he looked at the room as if it was already his, extremely picky.

He thought to himself, when the day came for it to truly be in his hands, he would have to replace all the things in it. All the current stuff lacked taste.

When Albert Brown saw the money was in his account, he immediately took out a pen and paper, hurriedly jotting down some words, then handed it to Father Lincoln to sign.

Father Lincoln thought it was just an agreement, but when he looked at it, he almost vomited blood.

"What does this mean? Why do I still have to bring up 5 million? Wasn't it supposed to be sixteen thousand a day?"

Father Lincoln's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the words on the paper and asked Albert Brown.

"What does this 5 million mean!"

Albert Brown lazily propped himself up on Amelia Sanchez's shoulder, not even raising his brows: "It's a deposit!"