For a moment, whether it was words or the constant waving of his hands, it seemed that the other party was good at passing the buck.
Fortunately, Yuta didn't like to hold him accountable. Otherwise, he would have come to him as soon as the house was damaged.
"Mr. Laura, I don't want to make enemies for myself. Let's take a step back and break up peacefully. Besides, I have signed a contract with Mr. Lee. It's a foregone conclusion."
The man said and was about to leave this damned place.
But unexpectedly, he stood up directly, and then the bodyguards surrounded him.
"We have no objection to your leaving, but you have to pay one million dollars as a penalty first."
The price was one million dollars.
And the so-called penalty made Yuta even more stunned.
This poor guy didn't know what the penalty was.
And this time, he was fully prepared. He took out a contract with three layers from his pocket.
Then he slapped him on the table.