"How do we make her stop!" Nigel Clegg watched as Melody Foster fainted from pain again.
Arthur Baker's blood-red eyes stared at Nigel Clegg.
Finally, he spoke two words: "The wealth."
Nigel Clegg couldn't imagine the extent of Arthur Baker's obsession with money.
"How much? I'll give it to you!" He grabbed Arthur Baker's hair again.
Arthur Baker shook his head: "No, Mr. Clegg, I must obtain this wealth legally."
Nigel Clegg couldn't help but want to laugh.
Legally?
What exactly was Arthur Baker thinking?
Did he think that what he was doing to Melody Foster was legal?
"If Mr. Clegg cannot agree to my terms, then you might as well kill me now," Arthur Baker said through clenched teeth, "What I said earlier wasn't false. To have Melody Foster accompany me in death would make dying very worthwhile."
Nigel Clegg knew that Arthur Baker wasn't spouting nonsense.
He understood him well, that's how he was.
"Is there really a fortune?" Nigel Clegg looked toward Jane Foster.
