Life at the Top

Jasper seated himself on the sofa. He was about to give Henry a meaningful look to ask him to go and inquire about the situation when he saw Henry already walking over with an expression as black as thunder.

Henry grabbed Mark’s collar and hauled him bodily up from the ground. Fixing his attention on Mark, he growled “Boy, I’m not going to threaten you or intimidate you.

“But whatever I ask you after this, you’d better give me an honest answer. If you so much as keep even the smallest detail from me, I’ll drag your whole family into the mountains and bury them alive!”

Mark was so terrified he almost wept in fear. What did Henry mean, that he would not use threats or intimidation?

Was this not the most f*cking barefaced, direct attempt at threat and intimidation?!

Under interrogation from everyone in the room, Mark did not keep anything back at all and readily revealed everything that he knew.

“Brother, boss, all I really know is this—honest. A young man informed me that in the evening, a woman would order a Pink Lady cocktail with double mint and sea salt. Guests who usually drink Pink Lady cocktails won’t add sea salt to them, so that was considered to be something like a secret signal.

then supposed to bring it to the back

he spoke, regret filling the pit of his

extra 1000 dollars,

had thought that he had made some easy money, but alas, there

someone who came here from abroad to work.

to swindle me out of over a billion dollars yesterday? And in the end, you’re just giving me

patted Henry on the shoulder and said, “It’s useless now even if you tear him to shreds. He’s just an errand boy.

Mark, “Would you be able to recognize the man you saw

to sense that Jasper was the only ‘good guy’ present. Nodding his head as if kowtowing, he replied “I’m really good at identifying people—I’ve

days, you’ll stay here then. Don’t go anywhere. I may send

then got up and glanced over at Jared. In a warm, amiable tone, he said, “Mr. Wade, this employee of yours is still useful to us. For the

slightly, protesting, “Mr. Laine, please, what are you saying? He is my employee—of course I should be the one paying his salary. You mustn’t talk like that. I really don’t deserve