I Have a Tycoon Granpa novel Chapter 97

Everyone was dumbfounded as they looked at one another, not knowing what to do.

They had worked for Boss Lam for years, and they knew Aria was Jordan’s wife, who was still held in the palm of Arlo. What if they killed Aria?

“Boss, you really want us to kill him?” One of Boss Lam’s hitmen asked uncertainly.

“Of course, I don’t have fifteen million dollars for the son of a bitch!”

“How much did my niece defraud of you? Fifteen million dollars is a lot of money, you know.”

“Boss, it’s said that Jordan had just defrauded him of three hundred thousand bucks,” The hitman blurted.

“Three hundred thousand?” Boss Lam was surprised as it was rare to have a stake of this sum of money in Donhey.

How could a card shark play dirty tricks in such a gamble game?”

“How come an experienced gambler like you should have been fooled by my niece. As much as I know, he had never defrauded anyone before you.” Boss Lam got confused.

“It wasn’t Jordan but him.” Arlo pointed at the man lying on the floor, who was going to bleed to death.

“Boss, he’s Louie, an ordinary card shark in Donhey.”

Boss Lam shook his head. “Impossible. He must be an expert since he had defrauded so much money.”

“Lucrative as our business might be, we have a large expense. And we can’t afford fifteen million dollars, you know.” Boss Lam regarded Arlo and said, “Maybe you can walk away from here with your three hundred thousand bucks. What do you say?”

“No less than fifteen million dollars,” Arlo insisted.

“Fuck you!” Boss Lam gritted out and turned around to Aria. “Sorry, Aria. I can’t afford it.”

“Kill them all.” Boss Lam got badly sulked.

He had never killed anyone ever since he became the boss of the West City.

But this time he’d enjoy the killing spree.

Lighting up a cigarette, Boss Lam stared at Arlo whose eyes were locked on Boss Lam.

“My blade!” Arlo growled and caught his blade from his hitmen. When Boss Lam’s hitmen were about to lunge to Arlo’s hitmen, Jordan insanely rushed between them.

He frantically shook his head and waved his hands, screaming huskily, “Stop…no…”

“Jordan, get the fuck out of there!”

“I’ve lost Aria. I can’t lose you either!”

Jordan shook his head, grabbing a pen and paper. “I’ll raise the money.”

“Crap! That’s a fucking large sum. Where can you get it?”

“I’ll make it.” Then he jotted down things on the paper.

“Give me some time.” Jordan handed the paper to Arlo.

Arlo said, “Until twelve tonight.”

“Plus, before you bring me the money, I don’t want to see anyone around here. Otherwise, I kill your wife.”

“Boss Lam, now you hear me right. My men are no worse than yours in terms of killing people. If you want to end our lives, yours will be doomed, too,” Arlo warned with a sneer.

“Who do you think you’re dealing with?”

Boss Lam narrowed his eyes on Arlo. “Wait up! Have we met before?”

“Impossible. I’m not a local man in Donhey.”

“Really? How do you know my niece is pussy-whipped? Hearsays won’t tell you that.”

“You know Aria is his weakness. You have planned this for long, haven’t you?”

“Also, why do you have to cut off my niece’s hand? People like us always aim at the money.” Boss Lam felt confused.

“As I said, this is one of my principles. I’m a gambler who hates hoaxes. If Jordan won over me by sheer luck, I’m okay with that.”