The Bad Guy(10)

23

As soon as I went out, I was stunned.

There was a Rolls-Royce parked at the door. I saw the car's plate number. If I remember correctly, it belonged to my father, Giovanni.

Ten minutes later, Samuel invited Giovanni to the back room and gave him a cup of coffee.

Giovanni sat opposite me and whispered, "Soph, come here."

I looked at Samuel, who was staring at me and didn't want me to go there.

I had no choice but to sit still.

Giovanni didn't panic, as if he had expected it. He waved his hand and the bodyguard behind him took out a suitcase and put it on the table.

Then, Giovanni reached out and pushed the suitcase over.

"Here's 1.5 million dollars. Now give me my daughter back."

Samuel didn't say anything. He glanced at me, took the suitcase, opened it, and glanced at it.

"There's no need to talk about money," Samuel said in a soft tone.

"What? Is it not enough? Don't go too far!" Giovanni got angry all of a sudden.

"Dad..." I whispered to my father.

"Soph, you don't h