"Name your price!" Liev barked, having gone through plenty in his years building a legacy in Zamri.

When he realized that brute strength would not work, he must negotiate a way out.

Whatever happened, he must not lose his son or his lineage ended here.

"Nope."

But contrary to Liev's expectations, Mona had no intentions to negotiate and shook her head. "Someone told me to watch Claude and keep him here until she gets back."

"So this is not up for negotiation?" Liev growled, incensed.

"That's right," Mona replied nonchalantly and got herself a chair to sit on.

Live turned toward Jet in turn and asked, "How long does Claude have?"

"How long...?"

take and

a while until Claude looked up blankly at

Liev exclaimed in

precision, avoiding any major arteries. His veins and tissues are a jumbled

trailed off, gulping as abject horror seized

to do so with such accuracy meant that the brat could hold

Liev remembered, "Jet, do you think the hospital chief can save

praising

endlessly, that she was an

meant she

in uncertainty, but he

man with a collapsed heart, and it was not impossible for

of relief at that and wheeted on Mona, growling viciously, "Don't think you can get away with this

not going anywhere," Mona replied noncommittally, sneering ever so

minutes later, Liev's phone

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