"Mr. Wynn, you all love 'making the call,' don't you?" Brian grinned with wild abandon, his eyebrows raised. "So, who's going to make the call now and sign this contract?"
The contract, in black and white, stated the compensation amount: one hundred million dollars!
Repayment Period: Indefinite!
Interest: Obsidian Palace's highest standard rate!
"M-Mr. Foster… this, how can this be…" Patrick's hands were shaking.
"You don't want to sign?" Brian's lips curled into a lazy, arrogant smile. "That's fine, too… The Wynn family's house, the company… they should still be worth quite a bit."
He smiled, his gaze sweeping over the other members of the Wynn family. "Mr. and Mrs. Wynn are quite fertile, with such a large family. So, we'll just send the whole lot of you… to the black stone mines. The rest of your lives should be enough to slowly pay off the debt."
The black stone mines?
Everyone knew about that place. It was the Foster family's infamous slave-labor mine. Anyone who went in came out half-dead, if they came out at all.
Besides, they had always been accustomed to a life of luxury.
How could they possibly endure that kind of hardship?
And… if he gave the house and company to Brian, how could he ever make a comeback?!
"Ah…"
As if utterly bored, Brian gave a lazy yawn and slung an arm around one of his friends. "Then it's happily decided. Just have someone liquidate the Wynn family's assets and then toss the whole neat little family into the black stone mines. As for us… let's go get another drink. Can't let some irrelevant trash ruin our fun."
As he spoke, they actually started to leave.
"I'll sign… I'll sign!" Patrick's face was ashen as he forced the words through gritted teeth.
"Dad!"
Benedict cried out urgently, his face just as pale.
If he signed that contract…

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