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Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1210
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Chapter 1210 Making a Deal with You In Vistalia, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

Jason, dressed in a black suit, sat in a private box at the underground fighting arena. Below was a frenzied crowd, deafening shouts, and money fluttering through the air.

No one knew how much money this underground fighting arena, located in a lawless zone, made in a day.

Many powerful families in Vistalia wanted to extend their influence here, but only Raymond succeeded.

The underground fighting arena had seven floors, each covering 32,300 square feet, with different games on each floor.

Countless elites flocked here, shedding their disguised appearances and blending into the chaos. Jason sat quietly with his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, watching everything below. The door to the private box was pushed open, and Helen, wearing a black spaghetti strap dress, walked in seductively.

"Mr. Smith, I've heard so much about you. I didn't expect you to cto our place." She had the best tea brought in, smiled slightly, and sat bonelessly across from Jason. Jason didn't drink, continuing to watch the fight below.

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Helen was on high alert for the sudden visit of such a big figure like Jason.

But after sitting for ten minutes, Jason remained silent, seemingly very interested in the fight below.

Helen also kept her composure, leisurely sipping her tea.

It wasn't until the fight below ended that Jason raised an eyebrow slightly, thoughtfully touching the gemstone ring on his thumb.

"I cto make a deal with you." Helen thought she had misheard. Who didn't know that the Smith family was a top-tier family in Vistalia? As the previous generation's leader, why would Jason need to make a deal with anyone? "Mr. Smith, did I hear you wrong?" After all, the Smith family didn't have a good relationship with the underground fighting arena. Jason had even said at a banquet that God was just a mad dog.

No one knew that Raymond fought in the underground arena, as he always wore a mask, but Jason knew because he had fought once and lost, possibly due to his age.

When he called God a mad dog, he was referring to Raymond, but no one knew that God was Raymond, except for the arena's internal staff.

Outsiders thought God was a money-hungry lunatic, the kind who would go to any lengths to defeat his opponents.

In Jason's fight against Raymond, Raymond didn't hold back.

Even though Jason could leave the arena on his own, later, it was said that Jason spent a month in the hospital. Jason managed to walk out, thanks to his male pride.

So Helen didn't like Jason much, as he had injured Raymond, and Raymond didn't gain much from that fight either.

Jason had a background in special forces, so even in his old age, he still looked young and had a strong presence.

"What kind of deal do you want to make, Mr. Smith?" Jason leisurely picked up the teacup beside him.

"Raymond's influence in Silver Bay City is quite good. One billion dollars, I want him to find my daughter." Helen had been about to mock him further, but upon hearing this, her brow furrowed.

"Isn't Ms. Smith very favored?" Jason's face showed no expression as he stroked the tea lid with his fingers.

"I want to find my real daughter." Helen understood then that Tessa was probably not Jason's biological daughter.

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"Mr. Smith, we all know your capabilities. You could handle this yourself. Why cto us?" Jason took out a card, which Helen recognized.

This card represented one billion dollars, in cash, available at any time.

This was a big move.

Jason didn't bother to say more, just pushed the card forward.

"This is just a deposit. I want my ΟΠΙ biological daughter back. The Smith family is large, and the events of that year involved many forces. I can't stabilize everything on my own, and I can't let the news of my search for my daughter leak out, or I fear for her safety." His tone was steady, and even at over fifty years old, his eyes were sharp.

He pushed out another bank card, identical to the first, als with a one billion dollar limit.

"I'll leave this card with Raymond. If he truly finds my daughter, give this card to her want her to live well."