At that moment, Violet was sitting in the living room, chairing a family meeting.

When the Cowells learned that Adrian was not the legate and heard his offer to repay what Samantha previously loaned, they were all smiles.

Clara said, “Adrian is just a useless man who’s really good at lying. He’s going to pay back seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars? Where’s he going to get the money from?”

“Exactly. Is he going to go around begging for it, or is he going to sell Samantha?” Francis chuckled.

Violet, not wanting to add to the ridicule, simply said, “As long as he keeps his word. If he doesn’t, I won’t let this go.”

Clara smirked. “Grandmother, are you going to believe that piece of trash? If he can get the money, pigs will fly.”

“Exactly. If Adrian procures the money, I’ll kneel to him. I’m waiting for him to prove me wrong.” Francis smirked too.

The other Cowells agreed. To them, Adrian producing seven hundred and fifty thousand was far more impossible than him sprouting win