“The liquor on this table costs over two million dollars,” Leon stared coolly as it discussing the weather. “Make sure to pay Mr. Buck”
“This wasn’t even my order!” Wayne used all his strength to protest
Leun arched a brow. “Are you expecting me to foot the bill?
It was a simple question posed in an even tone, yet Wayne felt a wave of ley dread crash over him. He swallowed hard. He understood all too well that if he dared to answer incorrectly, he would face far worse consequences.
At this moment, he fully grasped the extent of Leon’s ruthlessness. Even if Victoria were no longer Leon’s wile, Leon would never allow anyone to lay a hand on her.
“Mr. Smith, will that be cash or card?” Aaron’s voice carried a teasing bit.
Wayne’s entire body went cold. The alcohol–induced haze had long since dissipated–leaving only the stack, sobering reality of his predicament
“From what I galler, all his assets amount to barely over a hundred thousand dollars—just enough to cover the bill for the table downstairs,” Leon remarked dispassionately.
Aacon seamlessly followed up, asking, “So, does that mean you plan to dine and dash, Mr. Smith?”
Wayne was drowning in panic. He had already emptied his pockets just to host that gathering earlier. He would never have taken such a risk if he hadn’t heard rumors that Victoria’s divorce would grant her a massive settlement.
Since you’re still Ms. Smith’s father, I’ll be gerous and won’t call the police over this,” Aaron continued with faux generosity. “Instead, you can work all your debt by washing plasm at the bur, You can leave once you’ve paid off every paling
With that lie produced a contract as it by magle
Waytor’s pupils constricted This was planned from the start.
“Mr. Smith, do your care to sign?” Aaron’s lace bore an angelles
Wayne wanted to Jeline. But when he met Leon’s bone chilling stare, he instinctively took the pen and signed the paper.
He didn’t know what refusing would entall, but be know this was the only lifeline Leon was willing to throw him
Aaron collected the contract and handed it off to the bar manager, wrapping up the muiter neatly
On the way back in the car, his curiosity got the better of him. “Quick Interview, non–how did you feel when you found est Mr. Smith draped Ma, milli into a private root to pour drinks for those men
Leon turned to look at him “Want to join him in wanting mat
Aaron was speechless.
He didn’t want to know the DEWIT ANJIDDIY.
Leon pared out the window. In his mind, he teployed the footage he had seen through Aaron’s hacked phone–the image of Victoria gripping a broken bottle piece and standing her groust, hiri body weary but her eyes full of deitance
Have the other guests received their “gifts” yet?” he asked Henry.
“They’ve been prepared, Mr. Digley, Henry responded professionally “They’ll be delivered in two hours.”
Aston raised an eyebrow. “What pills?”
“Abrvo interested in one?” Leen asked.
Auton sterol, forgoing all survival instincts. “Who the hell wasts one of your sinister little gifts?”
