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She could hear it through the phone. “This is not funny, Alex. How did you get that amount of money?” “Calm down, Ari,” Alex finally spoke. “I didn’t steal from my friend. He just paid me.” “Paid you $10,000?” Ari asked in shock. “Yes. I’m as surprised as you are.” “Are you sure it’s just driving you do for him? Because if this is what other drivers earn in a month, everyone would want to be a driver — including me,” Ari said.

I said slowly, "I need to understand your endgame here. Because helping me escape federal custody is one thing. Orchestrating the return of my business empire and the recovery of my family, that's something else entirely." Morrison was quiet for a moment, staring out at the wilderness that surrounded our temporary stronghold. "Wakes," he said finally, "do you know how much money you've contributed to my campaigns over the past decade?" "Approximately forty million dollars." "Forty-three million, actually. Plus another sixty million in donations to PACs and political organizations I support." Morrison turned back to face me. "That level of financial commitment creates a certain... expectation

That’s when I realized it’s money… When Alpha was done signing the papers that Alpha Morris’ assistant brought him, he gave it back and then the man he was with opened the bag showing a lot of money inside… “How much is this? It seemed too much,” Alpha Morris cannot help but suppress his amusement. “I added more for her family,” Alpha Lucas answered. “So don’t forget to give them more.” Alpha Morris quickly nodded. “Of course! I will add more, Alpha!” “I cannot believe this is your worth,” Dad mumbled like he was too happy.

I sat on my couch staring at the letter when my phone rang again. “Jax Monroe? Monster Cock Studios. We saw the leak. Six figures upfront for your debut: “Slutty 12-Inch Monster Cock Lecturer Fucks 16 Bitches Tight Ass”. Anal gangbang. No mercy. You in?” I laughed once, low and bitter. Riley had ruined me… and handed me a fortune. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m in.” Two months later I was on set, pounding sixteen tight asses in a single raw scene while the director yelled for more. My monster cock was the star. Royalties poured in. First month: $180k. Lecturing was dead. P**n made me richer than I’d ever dreamed.

Horus was the typical person who only knew how to talk and only cared about personal feelings, without considering the actual situation. With their side at a clear disadvantage, it was not the time to argue with the other party. They could only get slaughtered, so the sooner they admitted it, the smaller the loss would be. If they let Alex continue to calculate, they would be screwed. According to Alex’s calculation of his own, Kevin Lindstrom’s, Carlton Favelle’s, and Jax Young's net worth, it was not impossible to go over $10 million. That amount was definitely not something he could get from just being an employee…

But the name Alex Morrison makes it impossible to ignore. "How many messages did she send?" "Twelve, to different accounts. All saying basically the same thing, but each one getting more desperate. The last one was barely coherent." "When was the most recent one?" "Three hours ago." I lean back in my chair, thinking. Alex Morrison has been a thorn in my side since we first competed for the Redstone government contract. When I won that bid, he launched a campaign to discredit Stark Industries. Planted stories in business journals about my supposed financial troubles. Hired investigators to dig up dirt on my personal life. Even tried to poach my key employees with offers they couldn't refuse.

Unacceptable. "Is that…. all?" She asked, showing it through her voice that she was not satisfied with his answer. Maxwell sipped on his drink and said. "That's a lot of money? I know right? I also can't believe it sometimes that I earn that much." He smiled. "That was my peak though," he added, completely unbothered. "Normally it's closer to three hundred." Trisha could not believe what she was hearing. This Maxwell guy had to be joking. He just had to be. There was no way he was standing here telling them he made three hundred thousand a year and smiling about it like he just won the lottery.

I opened it and started reading out loud. "Richard Morrison. Age fifty three. Married to Elizabeth Morrison for twenty eight years. Three children. Lives in a house in Connecticut that is mortgaged for twice what it is worth. Currently in debt to the tune of three point seven million dollars due to gambling losses at casinos in Atlantic City and Las Vegas." Richard's face went from pale to red. "How did you get that information?" "I get all kinds of information. That is what happens when you run a company. You learn things about people."

With Morrison it was always both. Emma sat. Folded her hands in her lap. Waited. Morrison set down the document. Looked at them both. "Forty-seven million dollars," he said. "Yes, sir," Alex said. "Seven million above the damages calculation you walked in with." "The jury was thorough," Emma said.

I let out a stifled laugh, "He's having too much fun." "As evil as ever I see," he replied. "You've really got yourself in a situation, haven't you?" "If my mate brings 800 thousand dollars in cash to Hermosillo by 2 o clock tomorrow afternoon, he'll let me go." "Do you think he can?" he asked. I looked up, expecting a sadistic expression or at the least bit amused by my misery but instead, he seemed genuinely concerned. For a split second anyway, before he blinked and switched back to the same stony look he had had in my previous encounter with him.