After what seemed like ten minutes, Michael appeared with a panting white face. He then faced Ragnar but quickly averted his gaze.
"Add me as a friend, and I'll gift you the chests," Michael said, voice barely audible.
"WHAT?!"
Gilbert and Michael's companions immediately reacted in a negative way.
"What do you mean?!"
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"Michael, what's going on?!"
Michael closed his eyes tight and shouted at the others. He was in a bad mood, and his group was making it worse. "He is Ragnar Axis! If you don't want your family to go bankrupt overnight, then do as I said!"
. . .
. . .
No one said a word, and all just looked at Ragnar with gaping mouths. Who wouldn't know one of the billionaires in the world? The man they only saw on billboards and magazines, the son from the main branch no less, was just standing right in front of them.
Eventually, faced with a much more powerful force, Michael and his group could do nothing but surrender their ill-gotten loot.
