HEIR OF PAIN
“Shut up. I’ll find him myself.”
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Corner stood straight in front of Ryder, who was seated behind the large mahogany desk in his office. The room was quiet, heavy with authority.
“What about the foreign mafia?” Ryder asked calmly. “Have you structured the plan against them?”
“Yes, Boss,” Corner replied without hesitation.
Ryder leaned back slightly in his chair. “Good. Whatever they planned to do to me,” he said coldly, “make sure the same thing happens to them. Exactly.”
“Yes, Boss,” Corner answered again, his voice firm.