Chapter 897

It’s Love, Not Subsidy

Tate was stunned. “I don’t have that much money, Minnie. This is a big project.”

Minerva waved him down. “I’m not talking about investment money. I just want to get him a good hotel so
he can focus on R&D. He’s living in a cheap motel just to save money right now, and I’m worried about
his health.”

“Minnie, y-you’re subsidizing him?” he asked.

Minerva shot him a glare. “What are you talking about? This is true love, not a business deal. He’s
trying to create a business, but since I don’t have enough money to invest, at least I have to show
some support. Tate, you’ll only be appreciated when you help someone in need. Peter’s not that
successful, but it’s just temporary. If I don’t help him now, he won’t give back to me once he makes it in
life.”

Tate nodded. “You’re right, Minnie. That’s what my friends told me as well. A friend in need is a friend
indeed. Only those who help you when you’re in need are your true friends. I don’t have much, but here,
take my two grand.”

Minerva was delighted. “I knew you’d understand me, Tate. Don’t worry. I’ll tell Peter to secure a great
position for you once his project is done.”

Tate nodded with a smile, looking forward to a bright future.

A while later, Minerva’s phone rang, and she took the call. But after she was done, she looked upset,
much to Tate’s surprise.

“What happened, Minnie?”





Minerva teared up. “Peter just called me. He… He said his friend in Wall Street got into a car crash, so
the money won’t come through. He sought Timothy out earlier for assistance, but Timothy said he would
only purchase the project with a measly thirty million. Peter’s distraught, a-and he cried…”

Tate stared at her in disbelief. “W-What? He’d only pay thirty million for a project that’s worth ten
thousand times more than that? Is he a monster?”

Minerva sighed. “That’s just how sharks are. What should we do, Tate? This is his life’s work. Are we just
going to let it end like this?”

Tate didn’t want to let it end just like that either. He thought about it for a long time and asked, “How
much more does he need? How about we try helping him out?”

Minerva shook her head. “We can’t. He still needs about seven million. Where on earth can we get seven
million for him?”

Tate was petrified. He could ask his friends for help if it was a few hundred grand, but not when the
money was in the millions.

“Oh, dear god. This is just not our day. A hundred-billion project, but Timothy is only willing to pay thirty
million for it? How are we supposed to get our revenge like this?” Minerva lamented.

Tate was flushed with anger. He clenched his fists, frustrated and powerless about the situation.
However, he kept thinking, and he finally got an idea. “Say, Minnie… why don’t we ask Aunt Helen to
help us out? She’s handling the pharmacy’s funds, and she told me she has about twenty million left. We
can ask her to lend us seven million. Once Peter’s project is finished, we’ll pay her ten times what we
owe her. That’ll do it. Aunt Helen has always been nice to us, so this is just us paying her kindness back.
What do you think?”



All at once, Minerva’s eyes shone. “Hey, that’s a great idea! Aunt Helen loves us. She’ll help us! I just
know it!”






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