“You bring pig w***e with you. I’ll f**k her tight asshole.”
In a split second she drove a karate blow into his gut. He doubled over with a squeal. The Chinese guys shouted with intense excitement. What the hell was she doing? She’d drawn a red line for Randolph and she’d crossed it herself.
“Valmir. I’m closing your account with Sackman-Platinum. I just can’t do business with a man who’d attack my wife,” said Randolph.
“Wife?”
“I’m a banker, I rely on predicting the future.”
“f**k. What the f**k?” she gasped.
“Gentlemen—I leave him to you. You know his d**g operation in Shanghai. You know the Chinese girls he’s using in Paris and New York. You know the teenage girls he’s selling cheap to bust your business in Italy. Your move, guys,” said Randolph.
The slouching young men pushed aw
