Jasper’s calm tone echoed from the other end of the line.
“And here I thought you called to beg for mercy. I thought you’d call to ask for an easier and more painless death, but it seems like I misunderstood.”
Ian raged and growled. “Don’t think that I’d be afraid of you now just because you did something in Harbor City, Jasper. I’ve seen these tricks before. Do you think they’ll stop me?”
“Of course not.”
Jasper’s tone was laced with deeper intent.
“It’d be too easy if I kill you off in one go. That’ll be too painless, no? I’d much like to play with you slowly.”
Ian scoffed. “So it really was you!”
“I know you’re calling to sound me out, but I never had the intention to hide it from you anyway. I would’ve come looking for you at your house even if you didn’t call me. It would only be a matter of time before you knew anyway, so you might as well just ask me straightforwardly.”
Ian was stunned and he immediately caught on. He questioned Jasper coldly, “Come looking for me at my house? What do you mean?!”
Sitting at the rooftop bar on the 14th floor of the Peninsula Hotel in Waterhoof City, Jasper stared at the calm Harpoon River beneath his feet and the bright Pearl Tower on the opposite shore of the river. He chuckled. “I don’t think I need to explain what I mean for you to understand, hmm?”
“I still have guests here, Mr. Hull, so I’ll have to cut our conversation short. But tell your driver to drive a little slower and steadier on your way back from Suesville, Mr. Hull. It’d be a shame if you died in a car accident and missed out on the large play I’m putting on for you.”
Jasper hung up the phone and stood to walk toward the entrance of the rooftop bar, approaching the man who was entering with John.
“This is Jasper Laine, the friend I was talking to you about, Vita. The youngest millionaire entrepreneur within our country,” John introduced as the middle-man.
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