I Have a Tycoon Granpa

Chapter 98 Fraser Got A Good Idea

Grace didn’t believe him.

Grace said, “I know you don’t want me to ask Brodie for help, right? But he’s the only one that can help

us.”

“I’m busy now. Bye.” Grace hung it up.

To be honest, Fraser was also hesitative. After all, it was a large sum of money.

But Jordan had helped him before. He owed Jordan.

“Paul, come over here.”

Fraser gritted and pulled out a bank card from his pocket.

“What the hell are you doing?” Paul got confused, not knowing what was Fraser up to.

“Jordon need it. Bring it to him. The code is 123321,” Fraser said.

Paul asked, “How much money is there in your account?”

“Enough for Jordan to handle his trouble.” Although he wasn’t willing to give his money away, he said,

“Tell Jordan to spend the money as he likes.”

“Are you kidding? You really have so much money?” Paul was shocked as he had never seen so much

money as it.

“I’m serious, dude.”

Paul shook his head. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll run away with your money?”

Paul grinned sassily, “With your money, I can find somewhere else to spend my rest life.”

“Can you trust a man like me?”

“Of course.” Fraser knew Paul too well. He believed Paul was an honest and loyal friend.

“Fuck! I don’t even fucking believe myself! Shit! It’s such a temptation! Fraser, are you sure this isn’t

some kind of test for me?”

“Test the ass! Just go to find Jordan!” Fraser urged.

“Okay, going now.” Then Paul left the hospital.

Grace regarded Fraser with confusion.

Fraser asked, “Why do you look at me with that face?”

“I don’t understand. How can you lend Jordan so much money at once? You barely even know my

cousin.” Grace had known that Fraser got lots of money after Fraser bought the house.

But it was a huge sum of money. Why didn’t he give it a second thought?

Maybe it was the wealthy family he had that made Fraser lend out so much money so easily. After all,

he had his own bar to make profits for him.

“Besides, I don’t trust Paul,” Grace muttered.

“If he dares to run away with my fucking money. The blame is on my bad luck.” Fraser thought if Paul

kept his promise, he’d make best friends with him.

If he could make it this time, Fraser would trust him.

Like Paul himself said, it could be a test for him.

“If I were Paul, I’d definitely run away with it,” Grace said.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Fraser patted on his chest, pretending to get relieved. “Lucky me that I gave the bank card to Paul

instead of you, otherwise my money is gone.”

“Ha! Maybe he’ll act the same as I do.”

After hanging up, Grace got upset.

She didn’t want to talk with Brodie. But now she had to contact him because of Jordan’s wife.

Which made her got sick.

Grace called Brodie, but he didn’t answer her. Then he called back.

“Grace?”

“Is that Grace? Finally, you called me.” Brodie sounded excited.

Grace didn’t say anything as if her throat has clogged with something.

After a while, Grace forced herself to say, “Brodie, could you please lend some money to me?”

“Of course. How money? Just say it.”

“Eight million dollars in cash! Do you have it?”

“Yep! But why do you want so much money? Has anything happened to your father?” Brodie cared for

her.

“It’s none of your business. Can you bring the cash to me before twelve o’clock?”

“Why so hush? Brodie’s brows furrowed. “I have to prepare the cash. It takes at least one and half an

hour to drive to Donhey. Can I bring it to you later?”

“No, you have to send it to me on time.”

“Fine. But I have conditions, you know.” Brodie grinned.

“I said I borrow your money, and I’ll give you interests of usury.”

Brodie laughed out. “Grace, you should know money is no object for me. The money is a gift I for you.

But you have to make a promise.”

“Say it!”

“Don’t disappear from my life ever. Plus, then you have to live in the provincial city for at least six

months, during which you can go home to visit your father with my approval.”

“They’re two promises.” Grace gritted out.

“And you have to keep them if you want me to give you the money.” Brodie flashed a devilish smile.

Grace needed the money desperately, which made Brodie figured out that Grace was stuck in some This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

trouble.

“Fine. I promise you.” After hanging up, Grace trembled with anger. Brodie used to say she was his true

love, but he just treated her like a whore.

Paul hopped into a cab to the Sleepless City.

He gave the bank card to Jordan and Grace. “It’s Fraser’s. He said there’s about eight million dollars on

it.”

“Really? He can’t be that rich.” Grace couldn’t believe it.

“Maybe he is.” Paul thought of The Old Days, Fraser’s bar, and he thought it made sense if Fraser

came from a filthy-rich family.

“Here’s a bank. Let’s go there to withdraw the cash now.”

Paul scurried to the bank clerk. “Please check the money on the card for me.”

Then the clerk said, “Eight million dollars. Do you want to withdraw the money?”

“Yes, I want them all,” Paul blurted.

The clerk got embarrassed. “Sorry, sir. You have to make an appointment in advance if you want to

withdraw as much money as it.”

“What?”

“We don’t have that much money in cash in the bank now.”

“How much do you have now?”

“Less than three hundred thousand dollars.”

“Okay, I want them all.”

“Well…fine.”

After getting out of the bank, they rushed to the next bank, but it had closed.

“Shit!”

Paul cursed and said with annoyance, “We can withdraw the money from ATMs. But an ATM can only

provide at most Thirty thousand dollars.”

They found all the ATMs in Donhey, but they only got less then two hundred thousand dollars at last.

Then Fraser called Paul and asked, “What’s the matter? Why is it there still three hundred thousand

dollars on my card?”

Paul said, “We can’t withdraw the rest of the money on your card. We still need about five hundred

thousand dollars.”

“It’s alright. I can get the money for you.” Then he called Uncle Qian.