Casare's face turned iron blue as he took a deep breath, "Drag him downstairs."
Augustine Przybylski stepped forward and slapped the other person, dragging him by the head straight to the stairs, not caring whether he was dressed.
When they dragged him to the living room downstairs, they saw a dozen people rush in through the door, young and old, men and women, all decked out in gold and silver.
"Olinjo!" a couple tried to rush forward, but were blocked by the agents.
"Mr. Casare, what is this…" an elderly man with furrowed brows asked.
He was Victor's grandfather's brother, that is, a blood great-uncle.
"If I'm here, you should know what trouble you've caused. Where's the money?"
"What money?"
"The 70 million US dollars! Do I need to spell it out for you?"
A group of Vieri family members exchanged glances, and finally the great-uncle spoke up, "That money was Victor's retirement fund for me."
