Celine’s causal tone hinted with a tint of schadenfreude drifted from the laptop.
“You threw your bait, but it doesn’t seem like you’ve caught any big fishes, though. Even Morrison who surfaced above the water unprompted disappeared as well.”
Jasper interlocked his fingers and placed them under his chin as he spoke after a short moment of silence, “Keep baiting.”
“This time, 1 billion.”
Celine snapped her fingers and concisely carried out the operation out instead of doubting Jasper’s decision at such a crucial time.
Conrad frowned when he heard Jasper as well, suddenly realizing a horrifying possibility.
“You’re fishing?!” Conrad gasped raspily.
Zane frowned and stared at Conrad’s sudden shock distastefully. “What fishing? Jasper’s the fish on the cutting board right now ready to be slaughtered. What can he even fish?”
“You don’t know sh*t!” Conrad suddenly roared.
Ignoring Zane’s murderous expression, Conrad turned to Jasper. “You’re a cruel man, Jasper! You’re willing to risk so much just to fish out all potential dangers in one go?’
Jasper replied calmly, “Why wouldn’t I get rid of all of you now? Do I look like I have all the time in the world to play with people like you? It might be you three today, then two others tomorrow, and then another gang the day after. I don’t have the kind of energy to play such ridiculous games with you.”
Jasper turned to Conrad who was paling with fury and smiled as he continued to speak, “As for money. I have more than enough for this.”
“No way! We’ve already checked your cash flow before, there’s no way you could take so much money out!” Conrad seethed.
“You’re right about that. But how much money do you think I can borrow from the bank?” Jasper chuckled.
That sentence seemed to have lifted the metaphorical mist over Conrad’s eyes.
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