Unexpectedly, before I died, James came looking for me.
He looked worn out as if he hadn't been doing well lately.
When he saw my haggard appearance, he seemed taken aback.
A smirk crept onto his face as he taunted, "Well, Mr. Sinclair, what happened to you in just a few days?"
I leaned back in the chair, regarding him with indifference. "This is all your doing."
"Don't blame me. It was your wife and your sweet sister who suggested you take on the debt. I had nothing to do with it."
He sized me up before plopping down on the couch, acting like he owned the place.
Noticing my lack of response, he continued to provoke me. "Actually, I could easily pay back that ten million right now. But I didn't expect that after I complained a bit in front of those two, they would put you in the pi
