Chapter 972 Eat Crow Brett nodded, then walked to the front of Nikita and said respectfully, âPlease tell me your bank account number, and I will immediately remit money.â
Nikita spat out her account number.
Concord Bankâs diamond card. It has only less than ten numbers with regularity, quite impressive.
After she said. Brett got stunned, and his eyes at her was deeper.
He also has a black card of Concord Bank.
But the grade of his card is inferior to hers.
It is not easy to get such a card from Concord Bank. Someone needs to meet strict requirements before he gets one. Except for noble and powerful persons, others are not qualified to get one.
This doctorâ¦
Brett didnât take back his eyes until he stared at Nikita for a few seconds.
After remembering her bank account number, he took out his mobile phone and made a phone call.
After a moment, he hung it up and looked up at her. âPlease wait a moment. For remitting 500 million at once, the bank needs to confirm it carefully.â
She nodded her understanding of the situation.
For large remittance, the bank must confirm it.
âYou can sit down and have a rest. Which do you like, coffee tea or juice?â As Brett asked, he took out a box of tea and a box of coffee beans out from a nearby locker.
âI donât need.â She bent down to take the black backpack on the small table, slung it obliquely on his shoulder, and turned around, putting her phone back in her pocket. âI have something to do. Iâll leave first.â
Brett saw she was about to leave and turned stunned. Then he immediately said. âDr. Mr. Presidentâ¦â
âThe blood clots in his brain are evacuated. He just needs to have a good rest. As long as he doesnât kill himself, there will be no problem.â Brett:ââ¦â
Others: ââ¦â
Lying on the big white bed, Williamâs mouth twisted.
This young doctor is really individual.
âThe five hundred millionâ¦â
âI believe the reputation of a president. I believe you can afford it.â
âLet me escort youâ¦â
âNo need. I remember the route. Iâll ask a driver to wait outside.â
While speaking, she has walked to the door.
Several experts standing at the door, all with extremely complicated faces, looked at her with an awkward expression.
Those who wanted to apologize were shameful to do so.
If they donât apologize, they will feel sorry.
After all, they looked down on her, doubted her and even sneered at her. They should apologize to her.
They were still struggling about whether to apologize.
Nikita cast an indifferent look at them, saying coldly, âPlease make way.â
She doesnât care what these old men are thinking.
Bunyan, who stood at the front, looked stiff and moved aside.
Then she strode away.
The experts stood in the corridor, watching the tall and slim figure gradually go away. They felt their chests seemed to be blocked with something uncomfortable.
After Nikita left.