Chapter 1793
“Your men assaulted my boss at a supermarket earlier today.
They’re already at the police station, so relax!” Dotson exclaimed, visibly annoyed.
“Do you really think we’re here just to stir up trouble?”
The men looked at each other, their faces showing confusion.
Toby’s expression darkened as he grasped the situation.
“Apologies, we were simply carrying out orders.
We didn’t realize who was involved.
If there was any harm done, tell us how much you need to settle it.
”
Bryson walked forward slowly, each step increasing the pressure on the men.
The men nearly rose but were restrained by Toby, who didn’t want to escalate the situation with Bryson.
“Mr.
Mitchell, I’m sincere in my offer.
”
“I don’t need money,” Bryson said, settling onto a small sofa.
“I came here to do business, not cause trouble.
”
Toby’s throat tightened, sensing the gravity of Bryson’s terms.
Before he could decline, Bryson interjected, “I only need you to tell me who gave the order.
Name your price.
”
The five other men in the room looked at Toby.
He took a deep breath and addressed Bryson in a negotiating tone, “Mr.
Mitchell, we’ve worked together many times before.
You should know our rules.
We never disclose the identity of our clients, no matter what.
I don’t know anything about the jobs they took.
How about this? Name your price, and we can compensate you-“
Before he could finish, Bryson interrupted him, “Thirty million dollars.
I just want the name of the person who hired them.
”
The room fell silent instantly.
“Fifty million.
” Bryson countered calmly, showing no sense of urgency.
Toby remained composed, but his men started to lose their cool.
“We can’t agree to that! It would ruin our reputation!”
“You didn’t verify the jobs you took and ended up targeting the wrong person.
Isn’t that already damaging your reputation?” Bryson’s gaze fixed on Toby.
“Your own rules say not to involve clients’ associates.
Isn’t that right?”
Toby couldn’t argue with that.
They had indeed set such a rule to avoid harming their clients inadvertently.
“You don’t have to take this deal,” Bryson said, rising to leave.
“I have a good idea of who hired them.
I came here to confirm it.
It seems I’m wasting my breath.
”
As he turned to leave, Toby called out, “Mr.
Mitchell! We’ll take the deal.
”
“Boss!” Toby’s men couldn’t help but protest.
“This i:
“It’s decided,” Toby said firmly.
“I have one condition.
After this deal, you, Mr.
Mitchell, will no longer be regarded as a client of ours.
”
Bryson merely raised an eyebrow, unconcerned.
“Agreed.
”
Once the terms were agreed upon, Bryson and his team departed.