Yuriel would definitely seize this opportunity to crush Shein while he was down.
“Since you’ve heard of me, Mr. Thompson, I suggest you abandon any false hopes,” Hendrix said with a faint smile, picking up his spoon to begin eating.
Shein lifted his gaze to meet Hendrix’s eyes.
“As long as you guarantee our safety, the 300 million dors is yours.
Hendrixughed heartily.
“Mr. Thompson, you certainly drive a hard bargain!”
Meanwhile, the scene shifted to a development project by Yuriel’s Evermore Properties in a secluded town on the outskirts of Rivend.
Although it was referred to as a vige, it was actually filled with small, stylish vis.
At the center stood an imposing and grand mansion.
A middle–aged man in casual attire was tending to his garden when a subordinate approached with a
satellite phone.
“Mr. Holder, a call for you.”
The middle–aged man took the phone and answered, “Hello?”
“Jalen, where did you find such a fierce group of bandits?”
The voice on the other end sounded pleased.
Feigning irritation, Jalen replied, “What bandits? Those are my sworn brothers!”
The voice on the other end quickly apologized, “My apologies. I’ll drink three cups as penance next time
we meet!”
Jalen’s expression softened a bit, <b>and </b>he replied nonchntly, “Just to be clear, you’re not getting a cut of
<b>the </b>300 million dors.”
“Jalen, please. You guys have helped me out so much, how could I dare take a cut? Besides, when have I ever been short of money?”
“Alright. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up. I’m busy watering my flowers.<b>”</b>
“You’ve got time to enjoy gardening? What kind of flowers do you like? I’ll have some sent over.”
“Narcissus. My young girl <b>loves </b>them.”
Jalen’s face lit up with a smile when he mentioned his daughter.
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He had always wanted a daughter, but fate had yed a cruel joke on him–he had four sons in a row. He even contemted divorce, believing his wife was incapable of bearing a daughter. Fortunately, the fifth child was a girl whom he named Narcisse Holder.
She had just turned ten and was attending Sunny Hills Elementary School, a private school he had established.
Ever since Narcisse was born, Jalen had gradually stepped back from the limelight, orchestrating things from behind the scenes.
Narcisse didn’t even know that her father was one of the “Heroes of Rivend“.
“Alright. I’ll send you some quality narcissus nts. Take care. I’ve <b>got </bpany matters to handle.”
“Bye.”
Jalen hung up the phone and handed the satellite phone back to his subordinate.
He resumed watering the flowers and casually asked, ‘Is everything set for Narcisse’s birthday party?”
“It’s all good to go. As you instructed, we only invited her teachers and ssmates.”
“Good. Make sure to pick her up early today.”
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Outside Sunny Hills Elementary School, two newsstands nked the entrance like sentinels on duty.. Around each stand, three to five men gathered and yed cards.
These were Jalen’s men who were tasked with protecting Narcisse. They earned a generous five thousand dors a month for their seemingly idle duty.
Across the street, a ck Mercedes slowly pulled up.
Benjamin nced at the men ying cards near the newsstands and asked, “Valin, can you distract them?
The man in the passenger seat, a wiry 30–something, replied, <b>“</b>Getting them to leave might be tough, but diverting their attention isn’t a problem.”
Benjamin had brought two men with him–Valin and Sirius, both trusted by Heath.
“How do you n to do it?” Benjamin asked, lighting a cigarette..
“Give me two grand in cash. Sirus and I will join their game,” Valin replied with a grin.
Benjamin handed over two thousand dors in cash from his bag.
and Sirius got out of the car and headed straight for the newsstands.
Benjamin checked his watch. It was 4:00 pm, one hour before Sunny Hills Elementary School would be let