CHAPTER 3
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Liam greeted them in a gruff, baritone voice, his tone more fitting for a back-alley confrontation than a polite introduction.
Tara and Cathy exchanged uneasy glances, their nerves heightened by his intimidating presence.
They knew exactly what the Fierce Dogs represented: ruthlessness, crime, and danger!
Both women wished they could confront Kevin for bringing such a notorious individual into their home, but fear kept them silent.
No one dared to speak up against Kevin in front of the man.
After a curt greeting, the man smirked and got straight to the point.
“If you want an N5 guy, you’ll need to pay me ten million dollars.
That’s on top of what Kevin already gave me.
"And then, you'll need to agree to some of my conditions for a week," he added with a sly grin, locking eyes with Cathy.
Tara and Cathy exchanged looks of disbelief.
Ten million dollars?
Their family couldn’t even scrape together a fraction of that.
Even the mere mention of such a figure seemed absurd.
And who even knew what conditions the man was talking about?
But Liam wasn’t done.
“For other bigwigs in Melville,” he continued, “the conditions are much simpler. No payment needed yet—Kevin’s $500,000 will do.”
Kevin had taken a desperate gamble, borrowing $500,000 to secure this arrangement with The Fierce Dogs in a bid to lift his family out of poverty.
Liam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small photograph.
He slid it across the table toward Cathy.
“The man in this photo is a powerful figure in Melville,” Liam began.
“He’s prepared to shower you with his wealth, but only if you’re willing to give him a chance.”
“In fact, he’s here with me right now,” he added smugly.
“Just say the word, and I’ll bring him in.”
Cathy picked up the photograph hesitantly.
The moment her eyes landed on it, she froze.
Her heart raced as she recognized the man in the picture.
It was Henry Smith, a man whose name was synonymous with power, wealth—and crime!
Although Henry was wealthy and owned a successful company in Melville, he was notorious for his involvement in illicit d**g operations and underworld dealings.
Despite his lavish lifestyle, his wealth carried an undeniable sense of danger.
The police had been trying to bring him down for years, but his connections always kept him one step ahead of the law.
Cathy quickly waved her hands, signaling her disinterest.
“No,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
“I’m not interested.”
However, before she could elaborate, Tara, who had been observing Cathy’s reaction, snapped.
“Are you serious, Cathy? Turning down such a golden opportunity? You must be joking!”
Tara sneered, her frustration boiling over.
“Do you know how many women in this city would kill for a chance like this? Henry Smith is rich and influential! He can lift this family out of poverty. And you’re saying you’re not interested?”
Cathy hesitated, casting a nervous glance at Liam, uncertain whether she could speak her mind in his presence.
"Mom, Henry is... a... a criminal!"
The police are after him. His money isn’t clean, and I can’t—”
Tara cut her off with a sharp glare.
“Stop talking nonsense! Do you think the police can touch a man like Henry?
He has power, Cathy, real power.
He’s untouchable. And you’re worried about his reputation?
What about our situation? Or do you enjoy living in this dump?”
You have no excuse,” Tara continued, her voice firm.
“You’re going to accept this opportunity, whether you like it or not.”
Without waiting for Cathy’s response, Tara turned to Liam.
“Call him in,” she said decisively.
Liam smirked, pulling out his phone to invite Henry in.
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