Fat Lawler furrowed his brow, deep in thought. He didn't recall the name Wesley Mebane.
"I've got my subordinates handling my business," he replied matter-of-factly. "We give out loans to a lot of folks daily. How could I be expected to remember them all? But why are you asking about this?"
"Wesley is a worthless gambler and a real jerk. But, well, he happens to be my..." Daniel paused for a moment, then continued. "He's my wife's brother-in-law."
"Your wife?" Fat Lawler asked.
"Exactly." Daniel nodded with a hint of a smile. "He had the audacity to use my wife as collateral. He even suggested that your subordinates could have her if he couldn't pay up."
Fat Lawler's expression grew serious. "How did this happen?"
Just then, someone whispered in his ear, and he had a sudden realization. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes.
"So, you're the one who had my two subordinates arrested that day!"
Daniel remained composed. "They caused trouble for my wife. I showed mercy by having them handed over to the police."
"Mr. Quimby, you..."
Fat Lawler's attention spiked. Had Daniel brought the police?
With a signal, his subordinates, who surrounded him, swiftly drew their guns. The dark muzzles aimed at Daniel's head, and his expression remained cool, his eyes commanding.
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