The Abandoned Heiress Reborn to Be Cherished (Seraphina) novel Chapter 267

67 Your Move

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Ryan kicked an empty bottle aside and barked at the crowd below. “Open the warehouse doors! I’ll treat you all to a feast tonight.”

Before anyone could cheer, a shaky voice crackled over the walkie–talkie. “Boss… they’re here to see you.”

Ryan paused, momentarily caught off guard. This doesn’t sound like the usual easy prey–it seems more like business comes knocking.

“Let them in,” he ordered.

The lackey quickly pulled the warehouse doors open. The stench of rotting food and stale air spilled out, but the two figures at the entrance didn’t flinch.

Ryan’s eyes sparkled at the sight of them. These two look significant–definitely not short on cash. The recent dry spell may just come to an end with these big spenders.

However, Seraphina’s expression was far from welcoming. Her eyes narrowed, and her gaze turned ice–cold as she focused on Ryan.

She recognized him. Even if he turned to ashes, she’d still know him.

It’s you–Ryan Lambert!

Her hands curled into fists, trembling with barely contained rage.

Before she could act, a warm hand covered hers. Jason’s calm grip steadied her, his silent reassurance helping her keep control.

Meanwhile, Ryan had sprawled onto a shabby couch and looked at them with a smug grin. “What can I do for you?” he asked, his tone cocky.

He pressed on without awaiting a response, saying, “Let’s get one thing straight—I don’t work for less than a million. I’m Ryan Lambert. I don’t just take any job, but when I do, I guarantee

results.”

Jason said nothing. Instead, he pulled out a knife and threw it to the floor in front of Ryan.

Ryan stiffened slightly, his eyes darting from the knife to their faces. “What’s this supposed to mean? Are you here to talk business or settle some kind of score?”

“You’re quick. That’s exactly why we’re here,” Jason remarked calmly.

Ryan laughed heartily. “You both believe you can challenge me? Are you serious?”

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The men around him roared with laughter, joining their boss.

One of the lackeys smirked. “Boss, they probably just got lost!”

“Don’t worry, boss. We’ll handle it–you won’t even have to lift a finger,” another added confidently.

A third chimed in with a laugh, “Yeah, they’re looking for trouble. Let’s show them how we deal with people like that.”

Then, one of the lackeys jeered, “That girl’s got some fire. Maybe we’ll teach her a lesson afterward, huh?” His tone dripped with malice as he leered at her.

Jason’s icy gaze locked onto the man, cutting through him like a blade. The man froze, a shiver running down his spine as if death itself had just glanced his way.

Ryan raised a hand, silencing his men as he leaned back with a smug smirk. “Alright, here’s the deal. Give me ten million and the car outside; we’ll forget this little visit happened. If not, well… don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Jason stepped forward, his voice steady and unnervingly calm. “Here’s my counteroffer. Pick up that knife, carve 68 pieces of flesh off your own body, and I’ll let your men walk out of here alive. If not, they’ll share your fate. You’ve got until I count to three.”

Ryan stared momentarily, then burst into laughter again, louder this time. He turned to his lackeys, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Did you hear that, boys? That’s a good one, right? Pretty funny, don’t you think?”

The lackeys howled with laughter, jeering and mocking.

“Funniest thing I’ve heard all week!”

“Boss, they’re comedians! Should’ve started a show instead of this nonsense.”

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