What I needed to do now was convince Julian to give me money so I could rebuild these two hotels and turn losses into profits.
"Honey, this is my first time starting a business. Will you fund me?"
I turned around, leaned back against the desk, crossed my arms in front of my chest, and looked straight into Julian's eyes.
There was no flattery.
No coyness.
Only the calm confidence of a business partner.
Julian seemed not to have expected me to negotiate with him in this manner.
His expression showed a hint of surprise.
It was as if the woman standing in front of him was no longer the wife who only revolved around the kitchen, but a businessperson who could stand on equal footing with him.
"How much do you want?" Julian did not reject my request. Instead, he asked me directly.
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