The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne - Chapter 290

290: An Offer and Conditions (2) 290: An Offer and Conditions (2) Belfor paused, not immediately agreeing to the terms.

To be honest, he was tempted to say “yes.” However, for some reason, a bad feeling lingered-as if agreeing would only drag him into a worse situation.

It wasn’t just a gut feeling but an instinct he had honed over decades as a businessman.

Otherwise, how could his trading house have grown so quickly?

After some thought, he decided to accept.

For now, it didn’t matter whether Nolan deceived him or not.

As Nolan had said, he had no choice.

His daughter could never convince Emperor Ragan, as all the evidence presented to the court was undeniably true.

He had indeed committed all those crimes, and it would be difficult for him to avoid severe punishment.

If he accepted Nolan’s offer, at least there was still hope for a free life.

Of course, he still had concerns-the Red Obsidian Trading House and his grandson, Zarak.

“If I accept, what will happen to my trading house?

And what about my grandson?” He asked in a heavy voice.

Hearing that, Nolan let out a small chuckle.

Since Belfor had brought up those two things, it was clear he had accepted the offer.

Leaning back in his seat, Nolan looked at him playfully and said, “As for the Red Obsidian Trading House, I’ll buy it from you.

Don’t worry, I’ll pay a reasonable price.

As for your grandson… well, he will definitely fail in this succession to the throne.

However…” He paused before reassuring him, “You can trust that I’ll protect him, at least from being targeted by our other brothers.” Belfor was taken aback by his first answer.

With an astonished expression, he asked, “Buying the Red Obsidian Trading House?” His eyes scanned Nolan up and down, as if silently questioning, “Are you joking with me?” Noticing his gaze, Nolan remained indifferent, calmly waiting for his decision.

After ten minutes of heavy contemplation, Belfor finally gave in.

He let out a small sigh and said, “Alright, I’ll accept.

However, for the price of the Red Obsidian Trading House, I want ten billion Sharn!

If you can’t afford it, then forget it.” If he were sentenced later, the Red Obsidian Trading House would surely be confiscated by the Empire.

That was only natural, considering his crimes were tied to investment schemes and money laundering through the company.

In a way, the trading house had already become a hot potato that needed to be disposed of immediately.

Otherwise, it would eventually vanish into thin air, and that would be a huge loss.

Before that happened, he had to sell it.

To his surprise, the prince in front of him actually wanted to buy it.

It was clear now that all his posturing earlier had just been an act to keep Nolan from growing suspicious.

Nolan frowned at the offer, eyeing Belfor as if he were a fool.

“Ten billion Sharn?

Do you think I’m a child?” His voice was cold.

“Two billion for the Red Obsidian Trading House.

Take it or leave it.” He rose to his feet, turned away, and started to leave.

Belfor quickly stopped him.

“Wait, don’t go!

Alright, I give up!

Two billion Sharn it is-I’ll hand over the Red Obsidian Trading House to you!” His voice trembled with anger, reluctance, and regret that he could not hide.

The Red Obsidian Trading House was the fruit of his family’s labor over hundreds of years, built up bit by bit.

In its prime, it had once been worth hundreds of billions of Sharn-a figure unmatched by any trading house since the founding of the Empire.

But everything changed after the Blue Moon appeared.

Slowly but surely, they stripped away the power of his trading house, pushing it back until it controlled only the eastern region.

Once, it had ruled over four major regions.

Two billion Sharn was nothing compared to the true value of Red Obsidian.

Unfortunately, refusing meant losing his last chance to survive-let alone to secure a large sum of money.

As he had admitted before, Red Obsidian was now nothing more than a hot potato, and he had no choice but to get rid of it as quickly as possible.

Nolan nodded in satisfaction, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“If you had agreed earlier, I wouldn’t have had to threaten you,” he said playfully.

Belfor’s breath caught.

He was the head of the renowned Red Obsidian Trading House, respected by all.

Even Emperor Ragan had to grant him a measure of respect.

Yet here he was, being mocked by a mere prince-one infamous for stupidity and laziness, no less.

Suppressing his anger, he asked coldly, “Now that the deal is made, how will we sign the contract?” A verbal promise alone wasn’t enough to settle a transaction like this.

Only an official contract, signed by both parties, could ease his worries.

As if anticipating the question, Nolan reached into his inner robe pocket and pulled out a thick stack of documents, then handed them over.

Belfor was dumbfounded.

How could such a robe possibly hold documents that thick?

Could it be a special pocket inside?

He wondered silently.

“I’ve already prepared the contract.

You can read it first.

Don’t worry-the warders won’t dare to interfere,” Nolan said casually as he sat back down and crossed his legs with ease.

Belfor shot him a cold glance, then turned his focus back to the documents.

At first, he suspected fraud, but it seemed he had been overthinking.

The contents of the contract were ordinary; nothing appeared strange.

Every clause was written with professionalism.

Without realizing it, his wariness of Nolan rose several degrees.

Who exactly is this young man?

Is he really the trash prince without morals or manners, as the rumors claim?

The contract was neatly written, as if drafted by a professional.

But what surprised him even more wasn’t just the craftsmanship-it was that Nolan had clearly prepared it in advance, as if he already knew he would be buying the Red Obsidian Trading House.

Honestly, it was terrifying.

It felt as though this young man was manipulating him, steering him exactly as he wanted.

I hope it’s just my imagination, Belfor muttered, taking a deep breath.

The more he thought about it, the more unsettling it felt.

The safest course of action was to dismiss it and assume it was all a hallucination.

Once he was certain the documents were safe, he carefully signed page after page.

Five minutes later, he finally finished and handed everything to Nolan, his face heavy with weariness and despair.

“It’s done.

I hope you keep your promise,” he said weakly.

Nolan glanced at the documents and nodded slightly.

“Rest assured, I will.

My word is my oath.” “Good…” Belfor exhaled, feeling a measure of relief.

Nolan stood, tucked the documents into his inner robe pocket, and said, “Then I’ll be leaving.

I’ll transfer the money to the Silver Dragon Bank.

You have an account there, right?” Belfor nodded heavily.

“Yes, I do.” The Silver Dragon Bank was a branch of the Blue Moon Trading House.

In the past, he had been reluctant to deal with them, but now he had no choice.

Among all banks, only they offered exceptional security and privacy.

Transacting there was definitely the safest option.

Without another word, Nolan turned and stepped out of the cell.

Once his figure disappeared, Belfor’s grim expression slowly twisted into a wide grin.

“Hehehe… what an amazing prince.

But… you’re far too foolish for me to truly fool you, Nolan Lorian…”