Chapter 283

When Henderson mentioned the amount, Annie instinctively nodded, numb with disbelief. "Oh, okay…" But at the next second, her eyes widened in shock, her face filled with disbelief. "How much? What did you just say?" "30 million," Henderson repeated, looking at her reaction with curiosity. Soon, he realized something, and with a smile, added, "Annie, you didn't hear wrong. It's 30 million." In perspective, 30 million was an amount that most people would never see. Forget about ordinary people—half of the wealthy elites in the hall couldn't throw out 30 million so casually. And Annie? She wasn't even an ordinary person. She was frail and sickly, with children to take care of. Working as a janitor at Imperial Hotel, she cleaned seven to eight hours a day, with only one day off each month. Her monthly salary was just 5,000 dollars. 30 million was a sum so enormous it was beyond her wildest dreams. With a smile, Henderson reassured her, "Annie, you have to trust me. The rest of the