"Hahahaha...you must be joking.'
Brian narrowed and stony glare pinned Ian on his seat.
"I sent this harlot..." Brian pointed to his wife, who was still on her knees, her left eye swollen from the earlier slap and her nose dripping with little blood. "...to your office with the sum of 1.4 million dollars to refund your bloody loan. So don't you dare come here and act all righteous, you useless bastard? You didn't do me any favour."
"Oh really?!" Ian's let out a scornful chuckle.
"Oh God..." Lola felt all her internal organs collapse a second time. She lowered her aching head as she pondered on the perfect excuse to give. She had no plans of dragging her bestie into the ongoing mess.
