Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

"You don’t need to worry about that. All I want is for the Lancaster Family to give me the corresponding sum." Atlas Lancaster still kept his eyes lowered, his attitude and tone equally resolute.

Daxton Lancaster chuckled softly. Beside him, Violet Zimmerman lowered her head, glanced at him, then looked over at the other elders, and inched a bit closer to Daxton.

Eva Hayes sat there with a long face, as if the whole world owed her something. Before Daxton could continue, she opened her mouth first.

"We’re not asking for much. The Lancaster Family has so many factories and businesses under its name..."

"Second Aunt, ’not much’ means how much?" Daxton interrupted Eva’s grumbling with a smile. All that talk boiled down to the word "money." As long as it wasn’t too outrageous, as the Family Head he would try his best to oblige.

"Five million!" Atlas said. The couple were like they’d rehearsed it; as soon as he finished, she immediately picked up, "We only want five million between the two of us. From now on, we don’t want any dividends from any of the Lancaster factories or companies. We’ll set up our own household!"

Atlas was really opening his lion’s mouth wide. In that era, an ordinary worker only made a few dozen yuan a month, and he had the nerve to ask for five million right out of the gate.

Daxton looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "After you take the five million, you two will move out?"

"Hmph! There are so many houses in this family. Why should we be the ones to move out?"

Atlas flicked his sleeve and turned his face aside.

"Mm, I see," Daxton nodded in all seriousness, then lifted his hand to rest it on the table. His phoenix eyes dropped to the tabletop as he muttered to himself.

"Second Uncle means he’ll eat and live here with the Lancasters while running his own factory," when he got to this point, Daxton raised those phoenix eyes again and looked at Atlas, asking,

"Second Uncle, did I get that right?"

"Right, that’s exactly what we mean!" Eva answered righteously, "The Lancaster Family can afford to keep so many servants; it won’t kill you to support just a few more of us!"

Daxton nodded. "Mm, Second Aunt’s got a point. In our Lancaster Family, never mind how many servants we have—just the dogs guarding the place, there are quite a few. Supporting a few idle mouths doesn’t make any difference."

"You agree?" Eva’s eyes lit up, and even the three brothers sitting down at the dining table—Daemon Lancaster and his two brothers—and his wife Victoria Thornton were a bit taken aback.

Five million is no small sum. Forget starting a factory, you could buy an entire Department Store outright and still have money left over.

Under his wife Violet Zimmerman’s stunned gaze, Daxton smiled again and lowered his eyes to the table in front of him. "All these years, this is the first time Second Uncle has ever asked his nephew for anything. Even if I have to smash the pots and sell the iron, I’ll make sure to satisfy him."

Atlas Lancaster...

Eva Hayes...

And the four people on the other side, all of their faces lit up with delight.

Five million—do nothing at all, just park it in the bank and live off the interest, that’s enough to spend for a lifetime!

Atlas cleared his throat lightly and asked with a cold face, "When will you give me the money?"

"Second Uncle, we need to get the ugly words out first." Daxton braced a hand on the table, looking at Atlas and speaking slowly, "I can give you the money, but we’ll have to notarize it. From now on, whether your second branch’s factory makes a profit or goes bankrupt has nothing to do with our main branch.

And the existing businesses under the Lancaster name are the same: whether they lose money or make money, that’s on us over here.

Second Uncle, do you think that’s fair?"

"As long as you give me the money, you can toss things around however you like!" Atlas turned his face aside again.

Violet blinked. Just how rich was her husband’s family? Five million—her own family ran a company too, but they would never just hand over that much in one go.

"Good!" Daxton smiled, then turned and looked toward his younger brother sitting at the dining table behind him. "Joseph, draft the agreement right away!"