The words hit Emma like a shockwave.
For a moment, she just stood there, blinking, trying to process what had just happened.
And then—
Relief.
A wave of sudden joy burst inside her chest, so intense she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She had no idea what the hell just happened.
She didn't know if she was grateful—or just stupidly insane—for feeling this way.
Because at the end of the day…
Sofia was really about to drop three hundred million dollars.
How was this even possible?
Zane wasn't that rich—or at least, that's what she thought.
Could it be… he was actually this wealthy?
Emma's mind spiraled.
Three hundred million dollars.
Just like that?
Who the hell throws away that kind of money without blinking?
Her earlier joy evaporated in an instant.
A creeping suspicion crawled into her chest.
What if Sofia was just messing around?
What if this was all a joke, a sick game to see how far she could push things before backing out?
