"Thanks for hosting today. I'll be staying a few more days, so I'll arrange next time, and you, old classmate, must give me the honor!"
"Sure, let's catch up another time."
Shirley Miller bid Santino Vasquez a courteous farewell and then got into the car with Carson Flores.
Meanwhile, not far away, in another car, Boston Browning, smoking in the driver's seat, made a call.
"They're out, at the hotel entrance, BMW X5."
"Got it, I see them. Leave it to me, Uncle Browning, you don't have to worry."
Boston Browning instructed, "Call me when it's done."
"Alright!"
Boston Browning ended the call, flicked his cigarette butt out the window, and drove off.
Dealing with a man of no consequence and a woman with a background but of no use—how hard could that be?
First threaten their lives to make Shirley Miller sell her shares at a low price, then find a few men to take turns with her, record a video, and that would be it, right?
