<h4>Chapter 187: Pasher</h4>


    "Who do you want me to call?" Jameson inquired with a frown on his face.


    "I’m sure you know of Pasher Stan. He’s a big builder nowadays, and he has invested in a lot of your sharestely. Unfortunately, he doesn’t live in this city. I want him in this city. Make that happen, and nothing bad would happen to you," Ryder replied with a full-on serious look on his face.


    "Pasher? Do you have any enmity with him? Don’t you know that it would have been easier to go to his ce than breaking in here and having me invite him here," Jameson let out with a weird look on his face.


    "I don’t know his personal life. All I know is that he lives on the other end of the country. For me, it’s easier to have you call him than to go in search of him. There’s not even any guarantee that he would be in his home if I go there," Ryder let out.


    ’ I need him in this city so that I can kill him before the Ghost of Stanner to fulfill his revenge and finish my quest,’ He thought, but he didn’t let it show on his face.


    "Call him and have hime here. If you can’t make that happen, then I have no need to keep you alive," Ryder dered.


    "Fine. I’ll call him here. Can I pick my phone up?" Jameson asked Ryder.


    "You can, but the call needs to be on speaker. I want to listen to every word," Ryder let out. "I’m not taking any risk here. If there’s anything even the slightest bit suspicious, I’ll shoot your brains out," Ryder added.


    Jameson nodded his head, but he didn’t look as scared as an average person would. He was rtively calm as if he had been in dangerous situations before, and he knew how to behave.


    He walked to the bed and picked his phone up.


    He called a number right before Ryder’s eyes. He also turned on the speakers.


    Ryder could hear the ringing.


    "Hey Jameson, what’s up? How did you call me today?"


    Ryder heard a deep sounding voice through the phone, which kind of matched the image of Pasher he had in mind.


    "I have some things to talk to you about. They can’t be talked over on the phone, but I can’t leave the city either for reasons. Can you take a flight here? It’s really important," Jameson replied.


    "Is this about that project we talked about? I was wondering why you were dying it. Are there problems?" Pasher inquired. He didn’t agree straight away.


    "Don’t talk about that on the phone. I’ll tell you everything when you get here." Jameson responded.


    "I can’te, man. I’m in India at the moment. I came here for business. I can’t just leave. This whole week is really important for me. How about we talk on a satellite phone? No one can hear us, and it would be safe, too," Pasher suggested.


    Ryder was disappointed as he heard the response. Pasher wasn’t in the country either. Let alone the other end of the country; he was on the other end of the world.


    Ryder gestured for Jameson to convince him at whatever cost.


    "Whatever you’re dealing with can’t be more important. I’m telling you that if you don’te here soon, we might both go bankrupt. Just listen to me and stop creating trouble for me. Just make an excuse to dy whatever deal you’re having there or send someone else. You being here is most important!" Jameson let out in annoyance.


    "You sound really serious. Did someone get caught? Is that why I didn’t hear any news of the ..."


    As soon as Pasher started speaking about that, Jameson was visibly ufortable.


    "Shut up, man! I told you toe here and not talk on the phone!"


    Jameson cut Pasher off.


    "Alright. I’ll see what I can do. The best I can do is leave India tomorrow and get to the states," Pasher realized that he couldn’t talk about that on the phone and agreed toe back as an apology. "I’ll dy my stuff here. Sigh, I will be really angry if it’s a false rm, and I lose my contract in India because of you, though."


    Pasher disconnected the call.


    "Are you satisfied now? He will being to this city. He will be here the day after tomorrow," Jameson replied as he ced the phone back on the bed.


    "That dys my n. I guess I would have to stay with you for two days," Ryder muttered as he sighed.


    "I knew that you might say that. You want him here, and you won’t leave me alone before he’s here, but can you really keep me in my room for two days without anyone being suspicious? I have many meetings today and tomorrow," Jameson replied. "You can leave your number behind. I’ll call you when Pasher gets here."


    Ryder looked at Jameson weirdly, not understanding if he was joking or being serious.


    "Either you’re joking, or you’re a special kind of genius. How I handle whateveres next is on me. You just need to stay here and listen to me for the next two days if you don’t want to die," Ryder told Jameson.


    On the ground floor of Jameson’s Mansion, the FBI team was waiting with Jameson’s security team head.


    "It has been over ten minutes. Is heing or not? We have more important things to do," Riya said to the Security Head as she looked at her watch.


    "We are here to ask him some questions, but I can’t help but find him guilty of something because he’s hiding. Is he really that afraid of the FBI?" Jacob chimed in.


    "Let’s wait more. We are in someone else’s house, and there might be reasons. It’s only ten minutes," Ray let out, telling his teammates to stay calm.


    He wasn’t worried. If Jameson was already scared, then it was even better. It would be good if he were already calling someone since they had already begun recording his calls. Their mission today wasn’t to seriously interrogate but to scare Jameson and to make him take a wrong step. If they could do this by sitting on the couch, then there was nothing wrong with it.


    Jameson was in his room, waiting. He hadn’t informed Ryder about the FBI’s arrival here since he was waiting for them to create amotion that would need him to go out. As soon as he was out of Ryder’s reach, everything was to be fine.