Twenty million dollars.

David sat inside the car, engrossed in reading a newspaper article. The quiet hum of the engine and the rhythm of the passing traffic filled the atmosphere. At that moment, he looked up from the paper and turned to his Personal assistant, Richard, who was driving.

"Richard, did you send out those proposals to the company?" David inquired, his eyes searching for confirmation.

Richard nodded and replied, "Yes, sir. I submitted them earlier today as you requested."

A brief silence fell between them before Richard spoke again, breaking the stillness. "Sir, may I confirm if you still want me to drive you to Miss Flora's house?" he asked cautiously.

David glanced at Richard, contemplating his response. After a moment's pause, he replied, "Yes, I still want to go. It's important."

Richard hesitated, gathering his thoughts. "Sir, I understand your intentions, but perhaps it would be better if you stayed with your wife at home. She's going through a difficult time with someone close to her adm