The look in Jameson’s eyes was best described as sinister, like an evil spirit from hell.


    “Don’t stare at me like that! I wouldn’t have done this to a friend. I had no choice but to do this to you


    because you’re maniptive and fickle! “Shuddering, Inigo clenched his jaw and added, “Years of


    friendship taught me that you are a merciless man. I will have to look out for myself.”


    “Do you really have the recording?” Jameson squinted and drawled.


    “Hah! Scared, aren’t you?” Inigo chuckled gleefully. “It doesn’t make sense for me to carry it around. Of


    course, I have it saved somewhere secure. Lay a finger on me, and I will make the recording public.”


    Jameson asked coldly, “So, what are your demands?” He never beat around the bush in negotiations.


    “Get me a private jet. Send my men and I abroad. I’ll need enough money, too! Do you know how much


    trouble I went through to deal with those two guys? You shouldn’t be stingy.”


    “How much would you need?”


    “A hundred million dors, transferred to my offshore ount. I’ll send you the recording once I receive


    the money and disappear from your life forever.” Chuckling evilly, Inigo raised a brow. “We are longtime


    partners. I believe you’ve gained a fair share from working with me. A hundred million dors is nothing


    for you. Just treat it as a termination fee.”


    A hundred million dors? Carl gaped at Inigo’s bold request.


    “Deal. The money will be transferred in three days,” Jameson coolly


    Inigo even regretted not asking for a higher amount.


    Then, Jameson advised him, “If I were you, I would stay in hiding over the next three days. I’m sure the


    Becketts and the Harpers are looking for you.” He took a slow sip of red wine.


    Inigo snapped, “You don’t have to remind me! Just transfer the money, and we’re good!”


    After they struck a deal, Carl saw Inigo to the door. After the door closed, Jameson poured the red wine


    all over the pristine white rug with a cheerless look. He muttered ominously, “I raise a ss in memory


    of you, my old friend.”


    Soon, Carl rushed back to Jameson’s side and eximed, “Mr. Schmidt, are you seriously going to


    transfer a hundred million dors to that loser?”


    “Of course I will. I can’t risk having Alyssa learn about my ns,” Jameson repliedzily and waved his


    wine ss at Carl.


    Carl picked up the hint and poured him more wine. Jameson hinted, What’s the point of getting a


    hundred million dors if he won’t bel able to enjoy it?”


    Stunned, Carl stammered, “A-Are you thinking of k-killing him off?”


    “What else?” Jameson adjusted his sses and exined, “This was not in my original n, but I


    couldn’t risk keeping him around after he ckmailed me on my rtionship with Alyssa.”


    “If you n to kill him, why bother transferring the money?” Carl looked perplexed.


    “That’s the only way to make him leave Sna City. I will only make al move on him after he leaves the


    city, or it will be too risky.”


    Jameson’s expression darkened. “Monitor Inigo Montoye and his aplices closely over the next


    three days. Report any movements of the Becketts and the Harpers to me right away. Before I kill Inigo


    with my own hands, I do not want the Becketts or the Harpers to get their hands on him. Got it?”


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