The atmosphere in the living room was sharp, mainly because everyone was focusing on Victor, just like a pack of wolves staring at the little sheep waiting to be slaughtered. In the next second, they would pounce on him, peel off his skin and bones, and devour him alive. p>
Before coming in, Victor was searched. If he was carrying weapons, he would never be able to come here.
There were more than a dozen bodyguards standing in the corridor upstairs, and another dozen bodyguards outside the long table downstairs. Thomas was at the other end of the table, looking at Victor with his neck tilted.
Of course, Victor also saw his cheap cousin, so he sneered unsurprisingly, then sat down opposite Thomas with the box in hand.
For a moment, there was silence in the living room. The tycoon in front of him looked unhappy, while Pierce stared at Victor with a fierce look.
"Because of my child, I gave you a few extra days to prepare, Mr. Victor." Thomas spoke calmly, tapping the table gently with his fingers, "So, can you fulfill the contract now?" <
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Victor pointed to the suitcase in his hand, which meant that he had collected all the money and it was all in the black suitcase.
After selling that batch of goods, I made a total profit of about 1,200 faraka. Victor only took out 500 faraka and put it in his suitcase.
Pierce stared at the box, with a hint of surprise on his face, but it was fleeting.
In fact, he had also expected this situation, that is, Victor could find some sideways ways to get enough money.
However, Pierce was not worried because he had already figured out Thomas' true attitude.
The more capable the person, the more fearful Thomas will be. He likes to have all the landowners in Missouri in his hands.
Thomas waved to a subordinate next to him, and the man walked up to Victor, brought the suitcase over, and brought it to Thomas to open.
Pierce sat next to Thomas and could also see the banknotes inside. Although he was a little surprised, he still shouted loudly: "The amount is not enough, my dear cousin."
Victor raised one eyebrow, slightly confused.
"Our contract has been modified, Mr. Victor..." Thomas waved his hand again, and the subordinate got a new clause from somewhere and placed it in front of Victor's eyes.
Victor lowered his eyes and began to read.
His cousin stood up and walked gently with great pride. As he walked, he answered: "Because of your father's poor management, the manor was damaged by the fire. You know, those are not all the assets of the Damon family. Some of them are
Half of it belongs to Cornwall Energy Company, so Mr. Thomas decided to add additional clauses to the contract. The amount you should pay this quarter is not 500 faraka, but 1,500 faraka, to compensate for the loss...
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Following his words, Victor also finished reading the contents of this new contract.
In fact, it was an additional clause that Thomas added directly to the back of the old contract. The ink was newer than the previous one. It was obviously meant to trick him.
"So, you unilaterally modified the contract?"
Victor's eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry, I really should have sent someone to inform you in advance, but you also know that my child is still in Augusta's hands. I have been so anxious about this recently that I have no time to take care of your Damon family."
Thomas lit a cigar and found a ridiculous excuse for himself.
"What if I can't afford so much money?"
"Then the manor will be handed over to me, and you should get out..." Pierce came close to Victor's face and looked at him with gloating.
Can you really get out smoothly?
I'm afraid it's not that simple!
Victor could clearly feel that the bodyguards around him and upstairs were looking at him with murderous intent, and their hands were always on their waists.
Everything indicates that Thomas will never let him get out of here alive!
After observing this, Victor actually laughed loudly.
"My dear cousin, so after you took over the manor, you were able to get it back on track quickly? This contract will also be effective for you, right?"
"Of course!" Pierce whispered in Victor's ear, "but I have purchased a large amount of cotton. You know, in the past, the Dimon Manor mainly relied on cotton gins to separate and process raw materials to generate profits. Mr. Thomas hopes that I will continue to do this.
Go down."
"Become his puppet?" Victor sneered.
"As long as I can get it all!" Pierce's eyes sparkled.
Victor leaned back on his chair with an expressionless face. Faced with such a dangerous situation, he remained calm!
In fact, Victor had already expected that these two people would mess with him behind his back.
Putting aside the idiot Pierce, Thomas himself is a fickle guy, and today's delivery is simply a banquet to deal with the uncertain factor of Victor.
"You can leave, Mr. Victor...if you really can't afford the extra money."
Thomas crossed his legs and puffed out smoke. His words sounded like he was giving an order to expel the guests, but the bodyguards and thugs had already lifted their clothes and were about to draw their guns.
"Sorry, I didn't say I didn't have enough money."
At this time, Victor suddenly said something, which stunned Pierce and Thomas who were pacing.
"Are you kidding me? Cousin, you can count the money in this box at a glance." Pierce held the table with one hand, his face full of disbelief, "Mr. Thomas will not accept your trick."
Victor raised his chin and said to Thomas: "Please look carefully, yes, there are stacks of numbers."
Thomas frowned. He held a cigar in his right hand and took out the money one by one with the other hand.
A stack of 50 French cards, ten stacks in total, could just fill the entire black leather suitcase. Thomas could not have miscalculated.
"Mr. Victor, are you driving..."
He scolded in a somewhat impatient voice, but the voice stopped abruptly.
Thomas seemed to see something, staring at the bottom of the box, falling into a deathly silence.
However, Pierce didn't know what Thomas was looking at, and he was still dealing damage to Victor.
"Cousin! Cousin! Let me give you a piece of advice, don't anger Mr. Thomas, otherwise you will not only lose the manor, but you may also lose your own life!"
Listening to his words, this idiot cousin didn't seem to realize that Thomas wanted to kill Victor here.
Victor turned his face and asked him: "You don't think Thomas will let the Damon family go, do you?"
Pierce laughed, obviously not understanding what Victor meant.
He was about to speak sarcastically when Thomas coughed violently, stopping him from speaking.
Ahem...
The big boss looked solemnly and looked at Victor with doubtful eyes. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said.
"Were you the one buried in the quarry that day?"
Victor smiled slightly, neither denying nor admitting, but Thomas, who was suffering from suspicion, already understood.
"I should have had that passage blocked earlier!"
"But you are reluctant, you are still hesitating..."
Victor replied to Thomas, and this time, he was unexpectedly confident.
"That day... my people reported that an unknown person had slipped into the tunnel. They immediately detonated explosives and buried all those people inside. If it was really you, there is no way you could have survived!?"