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"Good that you know your place." Matt Doyle grinned shamelessly, a smug look on his face, "Charles Lewis, oh Charles, I knew that for your daughter, you would risk it all. My intel shows that you even dared to pocket the smuggled goods you intercepted at sea just to save your daughter's life, not minding the fact that it got some of your good brothers implicated."
"Matt Doyle, how did you know that?" "Mr. Doyle, you shameless cur!"
"Heh, I'm a shameless cur?" Matt Doyle sneered sinisterly, "Boss Lewis, is this how you control your underlings? Slap him twice for me, make him kneel and apologize to me. If not, I'll make one phone call, and we'll all go down together."
Charles Lewis's face turned beet-red, his gaze fiercely locked onto Matt Doyle, "Don't push me. What I just said was my bottom line." His brothers who were implicated by his actions were old men who couldn't even serve as soldiers anymore. Forcing him to do this thing was touching his bottom line.
