Chapter 8.b - The Collateral

"That's the amount of money Dudley Baker asked me in exchange for you, Elisha. That's probably how much your uncle owed him too. But to be more precise, I also still do not know."

Elisha's mouth dropped open. "Two hundred?"

"Yes. It's two hundred million bucks, Elisha," Alexander added calmly. "So, now we've come to the point of the conversation."

Alexander looked at Elisha intently. "Elisha Foster," he said. "What offer can you make in exchange?"

"Think carefully," he said again, making Elisha, who had already opened her mouth, shut it again. "Don't forget, there is a balance that you need to adjust, and the value is at 200 million bucks."

Alexander leaned his back on the sofa. He looked so relaxed, so different from how Elisha felt.

"Two hundred million bucks." She whispered. "That kind of huge money. Oh, my God. What on earth has Uncle Marlon done?"

Alexander was silent. He felt no need to chime in on something so obvious like this.

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