Chapter Twenty-Six - Pressure
Chapter Twenty-Six Pressure“Michel, where is the money?” The question was not posed in conciliatory tones, and the silence from the other end of the line was reflective of that. Finally, Duvigney spoke, the sibilance in his voice very pronounced, like the serpent in the garden offering fruit. “I am growing weary of your incessant badgering, Augusta.” “And I am growing weary of your incessant dodging and evasions, Michel. My granddaughter-in-law is the heir to the St. Clair fortune. As such, she should be receiving an immense income every month. So far we have received a pittance. Now, let me ask it once more, and I’ll speak slowly so you can hear me. Where...is...the...money?” “You should have received one million dollars on Monday.” Augusta laughed. “One million? That’s a drop in the
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