"Why did you call me?" the butler's voice cut through the stillness, sharp and laced with anger. His face twisted with disdain. "I told you not to contact me. You've got some nerve, threatening me like this. Do you have any idea who you're dealing with? I could finish you right here and now."
"Hey, stop barking," the shooter retaliated. "I am not afraid of you. I need more money. Give me ten million and I'll disappear from here."
"Ten million! Are you dreaming?" the butler scoffed with contempt. "I won't give you a dime."
The shooter's face remained impassive. "Think carefully…If I get caught, you will be in trouble too. Mr. Reid's spies are on my tail. Give me the money, and I'll disappear."
The butler's sneer deepened. "Do you think you can exploit me like this? Dream on. I've already given you enough in the past two months. You can't extort me more."
The shooter's patience seemed to snap. "Okay…I'll expose you and the heiress of the Hills."
