Byrne remained silent, finally realizing that his injuries left him completely immobile. Escaping on his own was out of the question.
“I told you I’d let you go, and I will. But shouldn’t you call someone to pick you up? I think Jeremy would be a fitting choice to come and collect you.”
Byrne understood Alexander’s intention—to use him as bait to lure Jeremy. He assumed Alexander wanted to extract information from Jeremy.
“I-I can call Jeremy. But I’m just a hired hand, after all. Jeremy’s the intermediary—he might not even care about me.”
“If he doesn’t come, then call someone else. I’m nothing if not merciful.” Alexander said with a cold smile.
Merciful?
After rendering Byrne a cripple? That’s brutal.
Byrne cursed inwardly, managing a bitter smile: “My phone’s on the table. Could
