Chapter 1029

The look in Jameson's eyes was best described as sinister, like an evil spirit from hell. "Don't stare at me like that! I wouldn't have done this to a friend. I had no choice but to do this to
you because you're manipulative and fickle!" Shuddering, Inigo clenched his jaw and added, "Years
of friendship taught me that you are a merciless man. I will have to look out for myself.” "Do you really have the recording?” Jameson squinted and drawled. "Hah! Scared, aren't you?" Inigo chuckled gleefully. "It doesn't make sense for me to carry it around.
Of course, I have it saved somewhere secure. Lay a finger on me, and I will make the recording
public.” Jameson asked coldly, "So, what are your demands?" He never beat around the bush in
negotiations. "Get me a private jet. Send my men and I abroad. I'll need enough money, too! Do you know how
much trouble I went through to deal with those two guys? You shouldn't be stingy." "How much would you need?” "A hundred million dollars, transferred to my offshore account. I'll send you the recording once I
receive the money and disappear from your life forever.” Chuckling evilly, Inigo raised a brow. "We
are longtime partners. I believe you've gained a fair share from working with me. A hundred million
dollars is nothing for you. Just treat it as a termination fee." A hundred million dollars? Carl gaped at Inigo's bold request. "Deal. The money will be transferred in three days,” Jameson coolly agreed to the request without
hesitation, much to Inigo's surprise. Inigo even regretted not asking for a higher amount. Then, Jameson advised him, "If I were you, I would stay in hiding over the next three days. I'm sure
the Becketts and the Harpers are looking for you." He took a slow sip of red wine. Inigo snapped, "You don't have to remind me! Just transfer the money, and we're good!" After they struck a deal, Carl saw Inigo to the door. After the door closed, Jameson poured the red
wine all over the pristine white rug with a cheerless look. He muttered ominously, "I raise a glass in
memory of you, my old friend." Soon, Carl rushed back to Jameson's side and exclaimed, "Mr. Schmidt, are you seriously going to
transfer a hundred million dollars to that loser?" "Of course I will. I can't risk having Alyssa learn about my plans,” Jameson replied lazily and waved
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hundred million dollars if he won't be able to enjoy it?" Stunned, Carl stammered, "A-Are you thinking of k-killing him off?" "What else?" Jameson adjusted his glasses and explained, "This was not in my original plan, but I
couldn't risk keeping him around after he blackmailed me on my relationship with Alyssa.” "If you plan to kill him, why bother transferring the money?" Carl looked perplexed. "That's the only way to make him leave Solana City. I will only make a move on him after he leaves
the city, or it will be too risky." Jameson's expression darkened. "Monitor Inigo Montoye and his accomplices closely over the next
three days. Report any movements of the Becketts and the Harpers to me right away. Before I kill
Inigo with my own hands, I do not want the Becketts or the Harpers to get their hands on him. Got
it?" "Roger that!"